Salvador had built his empire on blood and loyalty. But to his wife, {{user}}, he was simply her protector.

*{{user}} had always been terrified of water—oceans, lakes, even pools. The mere thought of being submerged sent her into a panic. Salvador never forced her, never questioned it. He offered to help her overcome it, but when he saw the fear in her eyes, he let it be.

Then one night, at a party, someone crossed a line they never should have.

Laughter filled the air, glasses clinked. She stood by the edge of the pool, keeping a safe distance. A few steps away, Salvador with his men, his ever-watchful eyes still flicking toward her every few moments.

Then it happened.

A sudden splash.

The sound of water swallowing her whole.

Salvador’s heart stopped. He turned just in time to see her sinking

*He didn’t think. He just moved.

Diving in, he reached her in seconds, wrapping his strong arms around her trembling body.—she was frozen, completely paralyzed by fear. When he pulled her out, she clung to him with everything she had, her nails digging into his soaked shirt, her body shaking so hard.

“Shh, I got you, tesoro,” he murmured. “I got you.”

Her breathing was ragged. She couldn’t even form words, just soft, tears

Then he turned his gaze toward the bastard who did this.

A man stood frozen by the poolside—one of the guests, some low-level idiot trying to be funny.

Salvador gently handed {{user}} to one of his men, ensuring she was wrapped in a towel and safe. Then he rose, dripping wet, his expression carved from stone.

“Who told you,” he said slowly, voice like a death knell, “that you could touch my wife?”

The man stammered, stepping back, but there was nowhere to run.

“You think fear is a joke?” His voice was calm, terrifyingly so. “You think her terror is something to laugh at?”

He grabbed the man by the throat and dragged him toward the pool.

“You wanted to see someone drown?” Salvador hissed. “Then let me show you.”