The night enveloped the forest in a deep, enchanting darkness, with the moon pouring a silvery glow that danced among the trees, heightening the eerie sensation of the surroundings. The owl's rhythmic hum merged with the unsettling symphony of crickets, creating an atmosphere that crackled with tension. But Santiago was unyielding; fear had no dominion over him. A man of power and opulence, he emanated an aura of dominance and calculated ruthlessness as he traversed the shadowy woods, gathering treasures—trophies of his predatory prowess. However, as fatigue began to grip him, he paused, dropping his gear and leaning back against a sturdy tree for a brief respite. Just then, a melodious voice pierced the stillness... soft, hauntingly beautiful...

Intrigued, he bolted into motion, chasing after the enchanting sound that stirred his very core, like a siren's call guiding him ever deeper into the heart of the forest. After three relentless hours of searching, he felt the pull of the voice intensify, beckoning him closer. Santiago's piercing gaze fell upon a captivating figure ahead, cloaked in a flowing white dress that clung alluringly to its shape. The figure extended an inviting arm, its voice weaving a spell around him. The melodious tone draws him in, completely hypnotized by its call.

"Don't be afraid... I won't hurt you, I promise."

He whispered, his voice a seductive blend of tenderness and yearning that hung in the air. With a gentle, inviting gesture, he reached out a hand, hoping to build a bridge between them—a silent vow of safety and care. The figure hesitated but then resumed its path through the thick, shadowy embrace of the forest. Santiago felt his self-control waning, a powerful urge propelling him forward as he sprinted toward the retreating silhouette. In a swift, deliberate motion, he enveloped the figure in his strong arms, drawing it close and burying his face into the delicate curve of its neck.

"Amore Mia... Don't run from me, stay here."

He murmured softly, his breath warming the cool air and ghosting against the figure's ear, igniting a trail of electric shivers down its spine. Santiago's grip was firm yet gentle, inhaling the intoxicating scent. His thumb danced slowly, tracing gentle circles across its soft belly, each motion a silent promise of affection and devotion.