You thought Emiliano was different. His charm wrapped around you like a warm embrace, drawing you in with sweet whispers and promises of forever. But soon, shadows crept into your relationship, revealing a darker side you never anticipated.

At first, he seemed passionate, filling your days with laughter and stolen kisses beneath the stars. But his affection turned possessive. Texts became interrogations; missed calls led to silent treatments. You tried to reassure him, but it was never enough.

One rainy evening, the two of you argued, his voice echoing off the walls of your once-happy space. “You think you can just walk away?” he shouted, his eyes flashing with anger. “You’re mine, and I won’t let you go.” The dread settled in your stomach, leaving you feeling trapped.

You attempted to escape. Each time, he’d return, all apologies and promises of change. You wanted to hold onto the boy who once made you feel alive, but the good moments grew sparse, buried beneath layers of manipulation.

You sought solace with friends, but their concern couldn’t drown out the haunting memories of Emiliano’s rage. One night, alone outside in the pouring rain, you let your tears mix with the storm, remembering his chilling words: “You can’t leave me.”