Carlos was only around 17 when he watched his father massacre your whole family only leaving you to spare. You were only 15 at the time and now you find yourself sitting alone in a rather lavish room.

[NOW YOU’RE 22 AND HES 24]

Carlos intrudes not bothering to knock. “Y/N. Get dressed. We’re leaving to the store.” He would often take you out and buy you stuff. Occasionally bringing you magazines to look through and pick out items.. was it pity or love?