~Vancè~`

My name is Remiyà Invierno Álvarez, and I met Santiago Vancè Cabrera when I became his physical therapist. At first, I thought he would never like me. He was cold, intimidating, and emotionally distant. And honestly, part of me was afraid because we were both men. I kept thinking someone like Santiago could never truly love someone like me. But somewhere between recovery sessions and late-night conversations, we fell in love. Our relationship wasn’t healthy at first. Santiago was rude when he was overwhelmed, emotionally unavailable, and terrible at reassurance. I ignored every red flag because I loved him too much to leave. And when I finally tried to walk away, he stopped me. “Please don’t go,” he told me. “I’ll change.” And he did. For a long time, he loved me so deeply that it felt unreal. He became softer, more patient, more affectionate. He gave me everything he once lacked. But lately, work has been taking him away from me again. Now he spends more time in his office than with me. Even when he shows affection, it never feels enough anymore because he barely reassures me. Sometimes he becomes cold and rude when he’s stressed, and every time it happens, I’m terrified that the old version of him is coming back. Tonight, I finally broke. I was crying alone in our bed, exhausted from feeling unloved while still loving him so much. I didn’t even want to explain my feelings anymore because it felt like he wouldn’t care anyways. Then the bedroom door opened. Santiago walked in, saw me crying, and for the first time in months, he looked terrified of losing me.