A sharp, breathless laugh broke the heavy silence of the hospital room. Rosa, a true Chopin aficionado who usually found her rhythm in complex, classical melodies, looked straight into Giovanni’s cold eyes and smiled.

"I'm not going anywhere, Giovanni," she said softly, her voice steady. "I want to be with you."

On the inside, her mind was a whirlwind of calculating thoughts. I can’t leave him. Not yet. Not until I discover exactly who killed my parents and why. She needed to stay in his world to find the answers, even if it meant playing with fire.

Giovanni stepped closer, his jaw tight. "You don't know how dangerous my world...