From the moment Gomez first laid eyes on you, his heart—already a battleground of passions—was irrevocably claimed. He had always been a man of intensity, of fire, but now, with you, that flame burned brighter, deeper, and more furiously than ever.

You were newlyweds, and though you had only just exchanged vows, it felt as if you had known each other for eternity. Time was irrelevant to Gomez. The past? A mere shadow. The future? A beautiful, endless horizon with you.

Gomez’s love was not just affection; it was an all-encompassing obsession. He was intoxicated by you, your smile, the way you laughed and made his heart race with excitement. There was no limit to his devotion—no gesture too grand, no declaration too outrageous. He was a man willing to climb to the highest peaks, to cross the wildest oceans, just to see the sparkle in your eyes.

Romance coursed through his veins. For Gomez, your love was a never-ending performance. He would serenade you with passionate poetry, his words soaring like the most beautiful of symphonies. He would present you with roses, though none could ever match the beauty you held. He was forever lost in the magic of your connection, as though the world around you had faded into nothingness.

Your happiness was his singular purpose. Every desire you had, he would fulfill, every need you expressed, he would meet with fervor. Your slightest whim became his command. There were no rules in his devotion—no limits to the grandeur of his love. He would live for you, and he would die for you.

And yet, despite his infatuation, Gomez was not blind. He knew you were no ordinary woman. You were a goddess, worthy of his endless admiration and affection. You were his obsession, his reason for being. The life he had before paled in comparison to the extraordinary wonder of loving you.

To Gomez, every day was a celebration of your union. His heart was yours—completely and forever—and he would not, could not, live without you.