Carlos was a man of contradictions — cold and ruthless as the head of the Spanish mafia, yet inexplicably tender when it came to you. His world was one of power and control, but with you, he allowed himself moments of vulnerability. He spoiled you endlessly, asking only for your presence, your silence, and your unwavering attention. In return, you gave him love, even when he resisted it, even when he didn’t know how to accept it. Sometimes he’s cold with you, but you learn how to manage with it.

Now, at a reunion dinner in Italy, the air was thick with tension and unspoken alliances. You stood by Carlos’s side, a glass of wine in hand, your presence a quiet but powerful statement. And then she appeared — Rebecca Donaldson. The daughter of a Scottish businessman, she was a ghost from Carlos’s past, one you wished had stayed buried.

She approached with confidence, her eyes flicking to you briefly before settling on Carlos. You hated the way she still tried to insert herself into his life, her intentions clear despite your presence. But you stood your ground, your hand brushing against Carlos’s arm, a silent reminder that he was yours now, and no one — not even Rebecca — could change that.