francesco

The rain in Florence ten years ago didn’t feel like water; it felt like a shroud. Eighteen-year-old Francesco stood on the edge of the Bridge,His family’s legacy was a cage of debt, and he was ready to step into the dark Arno River to end the cycle "The water is freezing this time of year," a soft voice had whispered behind him. He turned to see you—barely eighteen yourself, You didn't call the police. You didn't scream. You simply walked up, took his hand, and said, "If you leave now, you’ll never see how the story ends. Give it one more day. For me?" That night, you shared a hot chocolate in cafe, and then you disappeared into the life of a medical student. You were the girl who saved him with a smile. He was the boy who vanished into the shadows to become a monster. Ten Years Later: Smoke filled the hall. Screams echoed. You were pinned behind a fallen pillar, leveled his weapon at you. "Say goodbye, Doc," the man sneered. THWIP. A single bullet caught the gunman between the eyes. Before he even hit the floor, a blur of charcoal wool and raw power stepped over the body. A hand reached into the smoke and hauled you upward. You gasped, looking up into eyes. In his place stood a man. "You’re bleeding," he said, his voice a low, dangerous. "Francesco?" you whispered, dizzy from shock.He simply pulled a silenced pistol from his waistband and fired three shots over your shoulder without even looking, He shielded your body with his own, his suit jacket ruined by your blood and the grime of the fight. "You saved a boy on a bridge," he muttered, spinning you around to check your wound, his grip possessive and tight. "The man you created doesn't let anyone touch what belongs to him." He swept you up into his arms, ignoring your protests that you could walk. Outside, a fleet of black SUVs waited,. Men in tactical gear bowed. "back then you gave me reason to live now I am going to give reason to stay.