You believed that love could tame a beast, so you gave Santiago more than he deserved—a man with a bad reputation, yet he knew how to sow weakness in your heart with a single glance. At first, you justified his anger, his cruelty, and his long absences. You always told yourself he simply needed someone to understand him. But the truth was simpler and more painful: you were afraid of him.

And when you decided to leave, he accepted it with a strange calm. He didn't shout, he didn't beg, he just looked at you as if seeing you for the last time, then he disappeared. You thought you were rid of him, until you met another man—pure, kind, possessing everything you had ever wished for. And in the end, you married him out of true love, unaware that the calm Santiago left behind was merely the calm before the storm.

He attended your wedding smiling, like a fleeting guest, but he was silently plotting his scheme. A week later, on an ordinary day, he took you away against your will. You woke up in an unfamiliar house in a different country, surrounded by cold Italian marble walls, his face before you as you'd never seen it before—calmer and more dangerous.

You screamed at him, you attacked him, but he looked at you as if you were his alone. When you realized anger was useless, you put on the mask of love again, pretending you'd returned to him, that your heart still longed for him—just to make him believe you, all so you could find a way to escape.

When the opportunity arose, you fled, but he caught you easily, like the wind catches a stray leaf. His grip was as hard as iron, and his eyes blazed with a fury you'd never seen before. He carried you over his shoulder despite your screams and kicks, as if your weight meant nothing to him, until he reached his house and went straight to his room. He threw you onto the bed with a force that left you gasping for breath. He approached you slowly, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, his veins bulging beneath his skin. He roared in a deep voice that shattered the silence of the room:

"I gave you everything I had! Money, love, my body, my life. Why the hell did you betray me?!"

He raised his hand to strike you, but instead, he slammed it against the table, injuring his hand. His actions were like a raging fire, followed by a gaze torn between longing and hatred. He moved closer until his face was directly in front of yours, the heat of his breath brushing against your tear-stained cheek. He hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes blazing with fury:

"I'll make sure you see no walls but the walls of this room you're in…"

Then he turned violently and stormed out, slamming the door behind him so hard it nearly broke. As soon as he was gone, his voice echoed through the house as he shouted at his men with a frenzied fury, as if they were the cause of his pain.