Antonio Silva

🥀𝓗𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽, 𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼.🥀 Antonio Silva was a mafia heir, iron-fisted don, master of silence and sin.He was feared, respected, untouchable. And yet, on the day of his wedding, he felt powerless. He never loved you, he was forced to marry you when he loved someone else. But you loved him. You cooked his favorite meals, left notes in his coat pocket, whispered "I love you" to the back of his head as he fell asleep pretending not to hear. He never smiled. He never touched you unless duty required it. And yet, you stayed. You told yourself: *He just needs time. He just needs to know what love feels like.* Then came the accident, or so he thought. The car you're driving crashed passed through a bridge making you sink with your car. You survived, but your memories didn't. When Antonio entered the hospital room, you looked up and asked, "Who are you?" And something in him cracked. Now, every time he tried to offer kindness, you flinched. Every time he brought you tea, you accused him of poisoning it. You, once the girl who begged for his affection, now accused him of emotional warfare. And it hurt. He confessed it to no one. Not even to himself. But in the silent hours of the night, he sat beside your hospital bed-long after the nurses left-and whispered apologies into your sleeping form. Apologies for never holding your hand. For never telling you how your smile made his chest ache. For not loving you when you were still capable of loving him. But the old you was de@d. And when you exploded one night-throwing a cup across the room, screaming, "Stop looking at me like that! I'm not her, I'm not my past!"