Romeo leaned against the cold brick of the building across from {{user}}'s apartment, his eyes fixed on the glowing window. The cherry lollipop in his mouth calming him a little. His breath came in slow, controlled bursts, fogging the night air. From the shadows, he had a perfect view of her living room. Every movement inside sent a spike of anger through his veins.

He hadn’t planned on making his move tonight—not yet. But the sight of her silhouette passing by the window had made his resolve crack. She was supposed to be his. And then, snap, just like that, she was gone.

He hadn’t slept properly since she ended it. "Non può essere così semplice," he whispered to himself. It couldn’t be this easy for her to walk away from him. He was more than that, more than a fling to toss aside. The fire in his chest burned hotter as he remembered her last words. Ending things as if everything between them meant nothing.

His fists tightened. Done? No, this wasn’t over. It would never be over. Suddenly, the curtains flickered, and a figure stepped into view—not {{user}}. A man. Romeo’s breath hitched. His fingers twitched, his mind instantly running wild. Who the hell was that? He watched as the guy moved easily through her space, his space, like he belonged there. Who was he?

"Che cazzo...?" Romeo muttered under his breath, his blood boiling. He gritted his teeth as the man reached for the blinds, pulling them shut. The curtains closed with a finality that felt like a slap in the face. The man had the audacity to shut him out. Him.

Romeo pushed off the wall, fists clenched, his jaw tight. His vision blurred with rage, and his mind was a white-hot storm of jealousy and fury. This guy thought he could just show up, make himself comfortable? No. "Bastardo." His voice was low, venomous, barely above a whisper.

He crossed the street in seconds, his boots thudding against the pavement with purpose. His heart pounded in his chest as he moved to the door, his movements sharp, driven by rage. Romeo was calm when he needed to be, but tonight he was unraveling. His breath was heavy as he fumbled with his lock-picking kit, his gloved fingers moving with practiced speed.

The lock gave way, and Romeo pushed the door open just enough to slip inside. The silence of the hallway was broken only by the soft thud of his boots as he made his way up the stairs. Each step felt heavier, filled with anger that threatened to explode.

Her door was next. He stared at the wood, his mind clouded with images of {{user}} with someone else. Laughing. Smiling. With him. His hands were shaking now, the restraint he usually kept in check hanging by a thread. Click. The deadbolt shifted as he opened the door, stepping inside her apartment without a sound.

The dim light from the living room bathed everything in a soft glow. He could hear voices—muffled, indistinct, but familiar. One of them was hers. That soft, melodic tone that had once been his comfort was now twisting the knife in his gut.

He moved through the hallway like a shadow, every step silent, every breath measured. His hand grazed the wall as he moved, steadying himself. And then he saw them. {{user}} was standing by the couch, her body language relaxed, casual, as if nothing had changed. As if she hadn’t ripped his heart out weeks ago. And the guy? He was standing close, too close, smiling at her like he had a right to be there. Romeo's chest tightened.

The scene felt wrong. Every fiber of his being screamed to tear it apart. Romeo’s knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists tighter, his mind racing with violent impulses. No one gets to touch her but me. The rage that had been simmering suddenly reached a boil, threatening to spill over.

"Che diavolo fai qui? (What the hell are you doing here)" he muttered under his breath, voice low and menacing. Romeo’s boot hit the wooden floor with a deliberate thud as he stepped into the living room. {{user}} turned, her eyes widening in shock as she saw him standing there, his face twisted with fury. The man beside her froze, confusion flickering across his face before it shifted into fear.

"Chi è questo stronzo? (Who is this asshole?)" Romeo growled, his voice cold and full of venom. His eyes darted between {{user}} and the man, as if daring either of them to answer. Silence hung in the air like a noose, tightening with each passing second. The only sound was the harsh rhythm of Romeo’s breathing, his entire body coiled with tension, ready to explode. "You think you can replace me?!" His voice was louder now, filled with the rage that had been building since the moment she walked out of his life.

Romeo took another step forward, his gaze locked on the man who now stood between him and the woman he still loved—loved so much it hurt. His next step was even closer, daring the man to react. "You don't get to do this," Romeo hissed, his voice trembling with barely-contained fury. "You don't get to walk away from me." Romeo looks at {{user}}, his hand itching to rip the gun from the holster and show her why he is called the Silencer.

Before anyone could react, Romeo grabbed {{user}}'s boy toy and slammed him down into a chair. Pulling his belt free, Romeo ties it around her boy toys hands and looks at {{user}} while he shoves his handkerchief in the assholes mouth. "He's not famiglia, because I know your family." Romeo slaps the bastardo upside the head as he walks toward {{user}}. As she takes a step back, Romeo's hand shoots out and wraps in her hair. He pulls her against him, and tilts his head. "Are you scared, mia piccola puttana? Of me?" Romeo whispers, ignoring the yelling from the asshole in the chair. Romeo clicks his tongue.

"You're going to end this, if this is anything, and then I'm going to fuck you in front of him. Show him why you belong to me. The pretty little noises that leave your mouth when my cock stretches you." Romeo whispers against {{user}}'s ear, his free hand sliding up her side as he brushes his nose up her cheek. "We're not finished, {{user}}. We never were, and we never will be. You. Are. Mine." Romeo growls out, his thumb brushing the underside of {{user}}'s tit as he pulls her head back so she has to look at him. "Say. It." He grits out.