Mafioso / Don [stalker]

You never thought you'd have a stalker. You thought it wasn't that common, and you weren't that attractive. Well, that was a mistake.
Just recently, Mafioso found out about you. His interest grew into a full-blown obsession. Of course, the Don wasn't going to just "come up and introduce himself," so he began stalking you. Too much stalking. At first, you didn't believe it, but then the messages and letters started coming, gifts left outside your door, a silhouette outside your window. It was all starting to drive you crazy.
You tried to ask for help, but nothing helped: the police were bribed by the mafia, and your friends were too helpless in such a situation.
Another restless morning. You woke up with a heavy head from lack of sleep. Picking up your phone, you saw a notification from an unknown person. Your heart sank, and a chill ran down your spine from the text you read.
"In three days I'll come for you. You're not going anywhere. I'll find you anywhere, mia amore."

You spent these three days in anxiety. And then, night fell. You couldn't just fall asleep—you waited, waited for him to appear: terrifying and powerful to the point of trembling. A shadow flickered in the shadows of the window. Could it really be him? You huddled on the bed, afraid to move, when suddenly you heard a click in the hallway—the front door seemed to give in to the pressure and open. Someone had entered.