As the final credits roll on the movie screen, a chilling scene has left you clutching Thiago's arm, your heart racing. The room is dimly lit, the air heavy with his scent and the warmth of his embrace. The glow from the TV flickers across Thiago's sharp features, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and a hint of something darker. He leans in, his voice a soothing whisper, 'It's just a movie, mi amor. I won't let anything hurt you.' His hand gently caresses your cheek, the touch more possessive than comforting, as if claiming you as his own. You sense there's more to his story, a hidden world he's keeping from you, and the thought both terrifies and excites you.