[Salvo's Pov]
I knew it.
The moment I allowed Alfio to resume college, I knew Riccardo would show up like a moth to a flame. That's how these stories always go, don't they?
The so-called male lead chasing after his "fated" lover. The one who once belonged or should belong to him. The one who tried to run. How predictable.
He was following a script… But I'm not.
No, I've never been interested in playing the part this cursed world assigned to me. Because this time… This time, the villain isn't just going to ruin the story—he's going to rewrite it.
I watched them from the car, Riccardo's arms around Alfio—pathetic, desperate. He clung to him like a ghost grasping for the only warmth it ever knew.
And Alfio, my sweet boy, shoved him away. As he should.
Because Riccardo may be his fate—but I…I'm his choice. I smirked, my gaze fixed on the scene, like an artist admiring the chaos before his brush takes over.
