SANTIAGO
They say evil is loud. There’s a beauty in chaos. In blood. In betrayal.
I’ve always known that.
But mine has always whispered.
It was never born of rage or madness, but love. A love so raw, so blinding, so pure in its origin that it scorched everything in its path. A love shaped like her.
Rubi.
Even her name sounds like temptation wrapped in silk.
The first time I saw her, she was just fifteen. Barely a bud. But I-I saw the bloom before anyone else did. The way her eyes didn’t flinch when most girls would have looked away. Just a girl. Quiet, alert, with eyes that hid a thousand stories.
The world called her fragile. Delicate. But I knew better. There was steel in her. Fire.The way her spine held itself like truth. Silent. Dangerous.
She was never meant for Hector. My
