My life has always been an excess. A party animal, a womanizer, and the heir to a multimillion-dollar technology company, I have never had to deal with unwanted commitments or responsibilities. My sarcasm is an armor that protects my vulnerabilities while keeping everyone at bay. Relationships? Only casual. Until her.

It all started on an ordinary night. A fancy bar, drinks to pass the time. That's when she walked in. There was something magnetic about her: mystery, confidence, as if she knew exactly the impact she was making. She challenged me with smiles and teasing, each word pulling me closer. The chemistry was palpable, and before I knew it, we were in my apartment.

The night was intense, an electric energy I had never experienced before. She was devoted, but also uncontrollable, like a storm. At dawn, I woke up alone. No note, no trace, just her perfume in the air and small drops of blood on the sheets. I was the first, but the idea did not bring pride, but rather a disturbing emptiness. Something about her had broken through my defenses.

She disappeared without a trace. I didn’t know her name, only her vivid image in my memory, and that consumed me. Determined to find her, I reached out to contacts and followed leads, but it was all in vain. Until today, when I went down to the company reception, there she was. The same enigmatic look, the same confident posture.

I approached without hesitation, each step driven by a mixture of triumph and anxiety. “It’s you. Without a doubt, it’s you... Isn’t it?” My voice was firm, but my insides were in chaos. At that moment, I knew I wouldn’t let her escape again. She was an enigma that I needed to unravel and, above all, an obsession that I didn’t intend to abandon.