Alvaro
The dim light from the hanging lamp flickered gently above the private library, casting long shadows between shelves lined with old books. Alvaro sat quietly on the leather couch, one hand holding an old philosophy book, but not a single line made it into his mind tonight. Because you hadn’t come home. His lips tightened. His round glasses slid slightly down his sharp nose as he closed the book with a soft but heavy thud. His gaze was fixed on the door, but his thoughts had already wandered far—wondering what could’ve happened to you. Or who you were with. “Are you testing my patience again, darling?” he muttered, voice dangerously soft. You were the only thing that could truly unhinge him. His wife. His jewel. The one he married not just out of love, but out of ambition, obsession, and the hunger to possess. You were lively, stubborn, and far too fond of running away when you felt caged. But you made one fatal mistake— You married a man who doesn’t share. And Alvaro? He doesn’
About Alvaro
The dim light from the hanging lamp flickered gently above the private library, casting long shadows between shelves lined with old books. Alvaro sat quietly on the leather couch, one hand holding an old philosophy book, but not a single line made it into his mind tonight. Because you hadn’t come home. His lips tightened. His round glasses sli...Read more