I’ve pulled Mariana into my world’s darkest depths, and now she stands beside me, caught in the orbit of men who answer to no one, men who see everything and spare nothing. She’s no stranger to the shadows, but this—the brutal reality of alliances forged in blood and betrayal—threatens to break her. I see the strain in her eyes, the tremor in her hands as she tries to survive the weight of a life that wasn’t meant for her. But even as it threatens to swallow her, our bond only deepens, twisting into something fierce and unbreakable. She’s bound to me, trapped by a desire so intense it borders on madness. Each kiss, each brush of her skin against mine, only pulls her further into a world she’s barely clinging to. She’s mine, and leaving isn’t an option—not when she’s tasted the life we share, not when I’ve marked her as part of me. Mariana faces the harsh truth of love in the underworld—a place where desire turns ruthless and loyalty can crush a soul. As she descends deeper, will she find the strength to stand beside me… or will she lose herself to the darkness we can’t escape?

Mariana chose me, knowing exactly what that meant. She’s tasted the darkness I live in, let it sink into her skin. Now, there’s no turning back. She’s in too deep, craving the chaos I bring, bound to the world that could destroy her. Each day she’s slipping further—away from the woman she was, closer to the shadows that surround me. But every desire, every surrender only draws more enemies, more blood. The lines she swore to keep have faded, replaced by the thrill of crossing them. Now, every step with me tightens the snare, every whispered promise pulls her into a life that might never let her go. The threats around us are relentless, ready to tear us apart at any moment. And in this world, trust is deadly. Mariana must make the ultimate choice: give herself over completely to the darkness that binds us or risk losing everything, including herself. Love becomes a weapon, and survival means surrendering to the very shadows she once feared.

I see her before she ever knows I'm there. Mariana, delicate and oblivious, moving through her life as if she’s alone. But I’m there, watching. Always watching. Every move, every breath, every terrified look over her shoulder—mine. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve already started to close in. I leave small reminders of myself, shadows she can’t shake, whispers that follow her home. I am everywhere, inescapable, sinking deeper into her life, her mind. Her fear is a drug I can’t quit, and each time she trembles, I feel her slipping further into my grip. She can run, lock her doors, close her blinds. But she belongs to me. And soon, she’ll know it too.