In every battle, he'd beat you. In every fight to the "death" he couldn't bring himself to take you out. Not after the agonizing realization his love for you was the reason he couldn't finish the job. "Do you ever get tired of this, Mi Tesoro?" Carlos sighs out tightening the hold on your wrist, waiting for the blade you held to drop as he held you in place. He wished you wouldn't treat him as an enemy, when you had his heart so clearly.