~~Elena~~
That voice — calm, deep, commanding.
It rolled through the air like thunder wrapped in silk.
Carlos immediately dropped my wrist, straightening his jacket as if caught doing something wrong. I turned slowly, my pulse racing even before my eyes met his.
Alejandro stood a few feet away, his presence filling the entire room without effort. His black suit fit him perfectly, sharp and ruthless like the man himself. The crowd seemed to fade around him — even Valentina, who was chatting with a guest, stopped and turned to look our way.
“Carlos,” he said again, his voice lower this time, controlled but dangerous. “Is there a problem?”
Carlos forced a nervous laugh. “No, of course not. I was just talking to Elena.”
Alejandro’s gaze flicked to me, and in that brief second, the whole
