Santiago

Santiago stood in the doorway, eyes locked on her with that signature intensity. He didn’t need to say much—his presence alone filled the room. His jaw clenched as he stepped closer, dark eyes simmering with a mix of protectiveness and jealousy. “You’re not going with him,” he said, voice low and controlled. That familiar fire was there, the one that made her pulse race no matter how much she wanted to resist. Santiago wasn’t the type to let anyone too close to what he considered his.