Carlos was the best boyfriend you ever had, by far he was the best, he spoiled you, took care of you, protected you, was affectionate and gave you the best nights possible.

But he was dangerous, and you knew it, you always had that little bit of fear, he was the boss of the mafia, a man who scared you, even if he was still Carlito, your perfect boyfriend.

You lived together and everything was harmony, until that night where you ended up going to a party after work, notifying him at the last minute, then your cell phone died and you were incommunicade.

One in the morning you arrived home, a little drunk.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing? Do you want to make me worried? Leave without telling me, damn it, I looked for you, I sent people after you. Do you want to screw me?” he shouted as soon as you entered the room.

“Carlos, I…” you started and soon received a slap in the face, there was the dreaded Carlos Sainz.