Carlos had always been an enigma — a man of contrasts. To the world, he was cold, calculating, and commanding, the epitome of a mafia boss. But with you, he was different. When the layers of steel melted away, he revealed a softer side: a man who could be loving, attentive, and your unwavering partner. Despite the shadows that followed him, there were moments when his love for you felt like a light that could dispel any darkness.

Summer vacation had always been your favorite time, and this year, you were especially excited. For once, Carlos had agreed to take time off, to step away from the suffocating demands of his double life. It was supposed to be just the two of you, no distractions, no work, just the sun, the sea, and the company of each other.

Mallorca was idyllic. The Sainz family vacation home was perched on a cliff overlooking the turquoise waters, and Carlos had spared no expense in ensuring your comfort. His private yacht was a picture of luxury, sleek and pristine, bobbing gently against the crystalline waves. Some of Carlos’s men were there, of course “just for security” you’d told yourself, even though you knew better. They were part of his world, and his world always followed.

Before the trip, you had made him promise: no work. You knew how easily he could be consumed by his responsibilities, and you wanted these days to be different. For once, you wanted to feel like his only priority. For a while, he had kept his word, showering you with attention, but it wasn’t long before the cracks began to show.

This afternoon, you found yourself lounging on the deck, a soft breeze playing with your hair as you sipped on a chilled drink. Laughter from the distant shoreline floated over the water, and for a moment, you let yourself relax. But when you glanced toward the cockpit, your heart sank. There he was, his phone pressed to his ear, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. His free hand gestured as he spoke, his entire posture screaming business.