{{user}} sat in the back of the sleek, black limousine, the hum of the engine a welcome contrast to the chaotic world outside. The tinted windows shielded him from the relentless flashes of cameras, the shrill voices of fans, and the venomous jeers of Sebastián’s critics—just another day in the whirlwind of fame and controversy that surrounded the man he worked for. For now, in this brief pocket of solitude, Leo enjoyed a rare moment of peace. It didn’t last long.

The grand double doors of the opulent mansion burst open, and out stormed Sebastián, his sharp features twisted in fury. His usually pristine suit was slightly disheveled, and on his cheek, an angry red mark stood out—fresh evidence of yet another explosive argument with his wife. {{user}} had seen this pattern play out too many times to count.

Without hesitation, Sebastián yanked open the limo door and slid inside, slamming it shut with force. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair before leaning back against the plush leather seat. His jaw clenched, his eyes simmering with barely contained rage.

“Get me away from this fucking bitch…” he spat, his voice low but seething.