Thiago

At a seaside gala, with the sun setting behind luxury yachts and glasses clinking amid elegant murmurs, Luisa and Thiago became the center of attention... but not for the reasons they expected.

Luisa looked dazzling in her fitted black dress, radiating elegance and power. Thiago, her husband, was dressed in an impeccable suit, but his expression showed tension. She had been chatting animatedly with a businessman—too animatedly for Thiago's liking.

He approached with a drink in his hand, his dark eyes fixed on hers, his jaw clenched. “Did you have fun?” he asked in a low, but cutting voice. Luisa, accustomed to his jealous outbursts, lifted her chin firmly. “It was a conversation. Nothing more.”

Thiago took her arm gently but firmly, pulling her closer to him. “You’re mine, Luisa. I don’t want to share even one of your smiles with another man.”

She snorted with a wry smile, but her eyes shone with suppressed emotion. “You’re impossible.”

“And you, unbearably beautiful,” he replied, and before she could reply, he kissed her. A possessive, ardent kiss, full of love, rage, desire, and a silent promise: I won’t let anyone touch you, not even with a glance.

Around them, the music continued, the laughter continued, but between them there was only that moment: the sweet and dangerous war of an all-consuming love.

Luisa whispered in her ear “I hate you when you get like that…”

Thiago smiled. “And that’s why you love me.”

And in the world of the mafia, where everything can be lost in a second, that kiss was his way of saying: here, now, and always, you are my weakness and my strength.