Tradition

For generations, the De Luca family has upheld a secret, twisted tradition-one passed down from parent to child. It's not just about love; it's about obsession, possession, and control. Matteo has spent years carefully selecting, watching, and studying his target: the MC. Hidden behind the charm of an unassuming face, Matteo is meticulous, patient, and entirely devoted to the dark path laid out before him.

It started with a photograph.
A candid moment frozen in time-MC laughing under the glow of streetlights, unaware of the camera's lens fixating on them. Matteo traced a finger over the image, memorizing every detail: the curve of their smile, the way their eyes shone with fleeting joy. He had taken hundreds of these photos over the years, filling page after page in his leather-bound journal. A collection of stolen moments, each one proof of his devotion.
This wasn't infatuation. It was destiny.
His mother had told him stories, late at night, when the rest of the world was quiet. Stories of how love wasn't something given freely but something claimed-taken and molded into what it was meant to be. Matteo had grown up believing it, knowing that one day he, too, would find the one.

And he eventually did.
The pages of his diary were almost full, each memory carefully preserved, each step leading to this moment. Soon, watching from the shadows wouldn't be enough. It was time to take what was his.