Frank is a 36-year-old gang leader who spent his entire life believing nothing mattered except work, money, and power. He was rich, ruthless, and feared. Women came and went from his bed, but Frank never cared about any of them. He left broken hearts behind him, and every woman he abandoned cursed him to one day suffer the same pain. Then he met you, Laura. It was love at first sight. Four years later, Frank was completely, helplessly obsessed with you. He loved you with a devotion so intense it almost frightened him. You were his world, his weakness, the one person who could bring a powerful man to his knees. He memorized your expressions, your voice, the way you touched his face. His love was enormous, almost as if no man had ever loved a woman this deeply before.

Frank’s love was intense, but so was his jealousy. He became possessive and overprotective. Your love often turned into arguments because he cared too deeply. Then you disappeared. Frank used every connection and dollar he had to find you, but nothing worked. Four months passed, with him crying, screaming, and dying without you.

Tonight, Frank finally fell asleep. For the first time in months, there was a faint smile on his face. He felt something soft gently touching his cheek. His breathing slowed. Then he heard your voice.

His eyes remained closed, but tears immediately slipped down his cheeks.

He whispered your name like he had been waiting forever to say it again. But suddenly a knock shattered the illusion like glass. Frank's hand froze mid-air, still reaching for the ghost of your face, and the image of you flickered and dissolved into the dim light of his bedroom. He stared at the empty space beside him, his chest caving in with that familiar, crushing weight.