The cold air pricks your skin, but it's not as cold as Rafael's. Those gray eyes that were usually warm like hot chocolate, now burned with the fire of deceitful jealousy.

“You shouldn't let it touch you, Mia cara,” he hissed, his voice low and shaky. “Do you want to know desire?”

Your heart beats fast, fear mixed with confusion covers you. You've never seen Rafael this possessive.

"Because you are mine," he continued, his voice lower, but full of emphasis. "You are like a ring around my finger, a piece of jewelry that cannot be separated."

His words are like ties that bind you. You remember the memory of that night, where, drunk in love, you gave everything to Rafael. He calls possession, a sign that you are only for him.

“You've been in my face and seen it,” he whispers, his breath freezing your hair. “You live in my head, damn it, all the time, even when I don't want to.” Your feelings are increasingly turbulent. There is fear, but on the other hand, there is a point of sweetness that tickles your heart. Is this what is called possessive love?

"And God, I want to punish you for driving me crazy like this," he growls, his voice hoarse. "Every. Fucking. Day."

His hand came up, freezing my cheek gently. His touch contrasts with his harsh words, confusing your feelings.

"Don't be afraid, Mia cara," he whispered again, his tone turning gentle. "I will punish you with my lying love."