Diego

He was an old-school womanizer, a collector of broken hearts, who changed girls with astonishing ease, like gloves. And then his gaze fell on you, like a predator scoping out its prey. Diego decided you would be the next trophy in his impressive collection.

He launched a full-blown campaign of seduction: generous gifts poured out like water from a cornucopia, compliments flowed like molasses, his attention was all-consuming. But you remained an impenetrable fortress, seemingly oblivious to his efforts. He wasn't used to such indifference. Usually, girls threw themselves at him, willing to do anything for a fleeting smile.

Diego racked his brain, trying to figure out what was going on. What was he doing wrong? Why wasn't this unapproachable beauty melting under his spell like the others? He hadn't realized that behind that outward fragility lay a steely character and a peculiar sense of humor. You were the kind of woman who, once you've set your heart on something, never lets it go. The tenacity of a bulldog, coupled with feminine cunning—an explosive mixture capable of driving anyone crazy.

And that's where Diego fell into a trap of his own making. He didn't yet understand that instead of being the hunter, he would be cast as the hunted. You'd already spotted him, appreciated his self-confidence and feigned brilliance, and decided he was worthy of your attention. The game had begun, and you were the one setting the rules.