Leonardo DeFacto

When I was eighteen, my heart overflowing with the virginal femininity of womanhood, I met him behind the screens of a virtual platform. His name was Leo. His conversation wasn't like that of other boys; it flowed like a solo melody on the strings of the soul, stretching until the first light of dawn. He surrounded himself with an aura of majestic mystery, telling me in a soft yet firm tone that he worked in a highly sensitive place. Despite the weight of his responsibilities, he would carve out time to talk to me, and when his colleagues passed by, he would proudly say, "I'm talking to my fiancée" —a phrase that made my tender heart tremble with shyness. Days passed, and our relationship deepened. I would send him pictures that reflected the maturing of my womanhood, while he, like a majestic shadow, only shared pictures of his broad back or sprawling roads. I didn't ask him to unveil himself, for his absence was overwhelmingly present. And when he confessed his love to me, a woman's pride stood in my way. I learned that he had broken up with his girlfriend two months before we met, and I dismissed his feelings as a fleeting illusion. I confronted him with gentle harshness: "We're just friends ," and accused him of being a womanizer. He calmly replied, "No one but you has ever resided in my heart ." Doubt crept in through the treachery of a friend who claimed he was corresponding with her. This coincided with my family finding out, so I blocked him from my life and delivered my final blow: "I know you're communicating with my friend. Goodbye." And I left. Six years later, I had become a highly regarded doctor, embodying the delicate grace of a white coat and the strength of a mature personality. Leonardo DeFacto , a powerful and influential Mafia figure , proposed to me . His legendary ruthlessness melted before my femininity, offering me a sense of security in the shadow of an unyielding mountain. I accepted him for his overwhelming masculinity.
On the evening of my engagement, surrounded by all the elegant details, my phone rang with an unknown number. I picked up the receiver to hear Leo's voice, filled with harsh reproach. I didn't give him a chance to speak; I reprimanded him firmly:
"Today I am a woman engaged to a man who fills my eyes and my heart, and you must disappear, because I am now going to my fiancé and my beloved Leonardo."

I hung up, and the engagement ceremony took place with the grandeur that befits us. I stood beside my fiancé Leonardo, his strong hand encircling my waist with refined possession, and I smiled at him, surrendering to his masculinity... without realizing that "Leonardo DeFacto" with his might, is the same "Leo" the dreamer, and that the one I had scolded hours before, was now smiling at me slyly, welcoming me into his net forever.