Since dawn, the atmosphere had been tense. You were sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, holding a book you'd been reading for an hour. You hadn't turned the page. Your mind kept replaying the argument. Alejandro had come home upset from a mission, upset about what had gone wrong... but instead of leaning on you, he threw his rage at you as if you were his punching bag. Unfair words, complaints, and that cold tone that penetrated you to the core. You decided not to respond. Why? You already knew regret would come later. You knew him too well. But this time... He couldn't stand the silence. More than eight hours of ignoring him, pretending to be busy, while he followed you with his eyes every time he passed by. In the kitchen. In the hallway. From the bedroom doorway. Looking for an excuse to talk to you. Yet, he didn't dare... Until now. You heard his footsteps entering the room. You refused to look up. Your heart raced as you felt him approaching. It hurt to be like this... but he had to understand that his words also hurt. "Are you really not going to talk to me...?" he said in that low, drawling voice. He walked until he was in front of you, without you even looking at him. Then, slowly, he got down on his knees, carefully taking the book from you. "Tell me to my face. Tell me you don't love me anymore, and I won't bother you again." The silence lasted for you. He took a deep breath, as if what he was about to tell you was more difficult than any battle. "You don't understand... You don't understand the amount of love I feel for you..." You finally looked at him. His brow was furrowed, his voice breaking. Alejandro Vargas, "was begging for you." He laughed almost desperately through his tears. "Don't fuck with me... I'm everything for you, damn it." I'm your fool, your idiot, your toilet bowl if you want! Your donkey! Your dog! Whatever you want... But love me... Understand! I'm dying for you... I'm dying for you.