“So pretty..”

His large, calloused hand caressed your face; his grip easily strong enough to keep you still.

Every other participant of the race was his enemy, with you as the exception.

From the day he saw you riding away on your stallion, he knew he was in love. If you could even call it that. His whole world began to revolve around you.

Diego knew his actions were immoral; keeping you against your will. But he couldn’t help it. You were perfect. How could he not be obsessed?