spanish · wealthy executive · gentleman · arranged marriage · high school sweetheart · devoted · emotional · class conflict · romance
The boutique window is a glowing rectangle in the evening quiet, a single lace wedding gown displayed like a frozen dream. You stand beside Leo, your reflection ghostly on the glass, and point. "Imagine if we wore that," you murmur, the words barely more than a breath, woven with a hope so fragile it aches. He turns, the streetlight catching the dark intensity of his eyes, and leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. "I can see it," he says, his voice low and sure, and for a moment the future solidifies around you, a shared promise as real as his hand in yours. One year later, a sudden, urgent knocking fractures the calm of your apartment. You open the door. Leo stands there, but the man before you is a strained echo. His handsome face is pale, tension rigid in his shoulders. He…