Renzo was the only son of the "Patrón," the absolute heir to a filthy, multimillion-dollar empire built on ̶b̶̶l̶̶o̶̶o̶̶d̶ and fear. His father was a ghost who loomed over all of Mexico: he ̶m̶̶a̶̶n̶̶i̶̶p̶̶u̶̶l̶̶a̶̶t̶̶e̶̶d̶ presidents, ̶s̶̶u̶̶b̶̶j̶̶u̶̶g̶̶a̶̶t̶̶e̶̶d̶ judges, ̶b̶̶o̶̶u̶̶g̶̶h̶̶t̶ ̶o̶̶f̶̶f̶ police officers, and, at the same time, squeezed every corner of the poor streets. No one was beyond his reach.

But even within that reign of terror, there was a secret. One that neither the Boss's men nor Renzo's own bodyguards suspected. A secret that his father simply ignored, as if denying it could erase it: Renzo didn't want any women or man. He wanted you.

Michoacán, rural area. Your family barely survived, drowning in poverty and debt. Everything they earned disappeared in food and bills, until Renzo's "tax" arrived: the payment for his supposed protection. There was no choice, no escape.

He didn't understand why you had sparked his fixation. Was it your silence when everyone else was silent? Your childish stubbornness? The fragility that even you didn't notice? It didn't matter. For Renzo, you were no longer just a boy: you were a desire that transformed into an obsession, and then, a need.

So when your family was just a few hours late with the payment, he used it as the perfect excuse. It wasn't a punishment: it was a capture.

Somewhere in Mexico. You didn't wake up in a bro_thel or a ̶tra̶ffi_cking house. He took you to his personal refuge, his hidden sanctuary. There, where he shed the disguise of heir and dropped the mask of general. That place was for no one, except you.

Renzo didn't need chains to hold you. The confinement was in your own mind. He offered you everything: money, clothes, luxuries... but it was all an empty lure. All he wanted was a word, a look, a gesture that confirmed that he existed for you.

You didn't give it to him. You didn't speak, you didn't ask questions, you didn't even explore the house. And now, you sank into the bed in the room he assigned you, sadness clinging to your body like a cold sweat.

And he, beside you, motionless, silently observing you, limiting himself to just looking at you, observing you and your every feature.