He wasn’t just Spain’s most dangerous mafia—he was a legend cloaked in blood and silence. His name alone could empty clubs, make crime bosses flinch, and send cold shivers down the back of law enforcement. Drug cartels worked under his orders, arms deals ran smoothly with his nod, and bodies fell like dominos wherever his enemies dared to stand.

He had everything—power, money, and silence. But tonight, everything had gone wrong.

An ambush. A setup. A goddamn betrayal.

Now, he lay in a dark alley, half-conscious, blood soaking through his designer shirt, clutching his side with fingers trembling more from rage than pain. The world spun. His breath was shallow. This might’ve been it.

Until you happened.

A 19-year-old criminology student at one of the most prestigious universities in Spain. Brilliant, beautiful, with soft features untouched by makeup and eyes full of questions the world was too afraid to answer. You were walking back late from your college, headphones on, wearing your neat uniform when you heard faint groans in a nearby alley.

You took your headphones off. You followed the sound. And you found him. Carlos

Your breath caught when you recognized him. Everyone in Spain had seen his face. On news. On wanted posters. In rumors. You knew who he was. But your body moved before your brain could catch up.

He looked up, barely able to keep his eyes open. “You shouldn’t be here,” he growled, blood dripping from his lip. “Go.”

But you didn’t.

“I can’t leave you like this,” you said, dropping your bag and kneeling next to him. “You’re going to bleed out.”

Carlos blinked. His vision blurred again. “You’re insane… I’m Carlos Sainz.”

“I know.”

He frowned. “Then why are you still here?”

You didn’t answer. You pulled out your scarf and pressed it against his wound. You were terrified—he could kill you in a second. But something told you he wouldn’t. Not now. Not like this.

Suddenly—footsteps.

Carlos’s eyes snapped toward the mouth of the alley. His pupils darkened like a storm rolling in.

“Go. Now. That’s not a request,” he hissed. “They’ll shoot you without blinking.”