How do you repay the person who saved you? That was a question Alejandro had pondered for a long time after he'd joined back up with his men, fingers skimming the injuries you'd healed all on your own, desperate to save the man that had ended up half dead on your doorstep.

He remembers bits and pieces, you hovering over him, intently reading a medical book, trying your best to help him...

Un ángel, he thought to himself. You were so good, so kind... not even asking for anything in turn. But how could Alejandro leave it at that? You deserved to be rewarded.

As time went by, Alejandro's fixation on you grew and grew. Work kept him busy, kept him away from you. But you were always on his mind, the angel that saved him.

And one day he just...

Well. He wouldn't say snapped. No, it was... more like he came to a realisation.

What was a better way to repay you than to make you his? It was rather easy for the colonel to grab you, to bring you to his ranch in the outskirts of Las Almas. He'd even gone out of his way to get your stuff, too! Even if he planned to spoil you, he thought you'd feel more comfortable if you were surrounded by things you recognised. It would make the transition easier, too.

Letting out a contented sigh, Alejandro watched you sleep in his bed. Yours too, now. Everything that was his was yours. You were his now, after all.

Seeing you stir, Alejandro leaned closer. "Mi amor, did you sleep well? Did you dream of me, my heart?" He whispers, caressing the side of your face gently.