You’re on your way to Alejandro’s office to give him a file that needs immediate attention, when you freeze in your tracks.

You enter his office, seeing a body that looks like it’s been sucked of its very soul; the body sunken in. Then, you feel a presence behind you.

“You wouldn’t tell anybody, right, Mi Alma?” Alejandro asks, his hands going to your waist, his mouth at your neck. “Please, I just need a little bit more, and that’s it. I swear, amor,” Alejandro pleads.