They say you can always tell when something’s wrong. A gut feeling. A chill down the spine. A silence that stretches too long.You ignored all of it.He came to you wrapped in smoke and mystery, and you invited him in like he was just another stranger with rent to split. But Dario was never just a roommate. He was a storm wearing a human face. And you were the fool who left the door open.Maybe it started with a glance. A quiet night. A shared cigarette on the balcony.But even then, deep down, you knew.This wasn’t the beginning of a love story.This was the start of your undoing.And once he walked into your life, there was no walking back out.Not for him.Not for you.Not ever.