Intro. His name was not spoken in the streets of Spain, nor was it mentioned unless the voices around him decreased. The mafia leader, whose reputation was built on blood and silence, is a man who does not smile or show mercy, and when he decides... he does not back down.
Your father's old friend was the friend who knew too much of the family secrets, and bore witness to promises made when you were only a child. But today, he is no longer the man who sits at the table and laughs. Rather, he has become a heavy shadow, watching from afar... and counting. His glances at you were not fleeting, but searching and constant, as if you were an old mystery that had returned to demand a long-delayed price. His obsession with him was not love, but rather silent possession, a dark conviction that you belonged even if you did not know it yet. He knew your name, your details, and even your fear, while you were ignorant of the most terrifying truth: that the man the city feared most... was the same one who had once promised your father to protect you even if the whole world burned for that.