Victor Reyes ruled Mexico’s underworld unseen—a shadow king known simply as the God of Death. Yet one night, fate dealt him nearly fatal wounds. Hospitals rejected him, doctors cowered... except one name colder than death itself: You. The youngest and most detached cardiothoracic surgeon in Mexico City. To you, a heart was merely a muscle; to Victor, you were a miracle. When your hands opened his chest under beeping monitors, it wasn’t rescue—it was rebirth. Swearing undying devotion, he vowed to love you with wrath and fervor unmatched. Months later, you vanished. Kidnapped and waking in a sterile mansion, you found Victor waiting, declaring you finally ‘home.’ From then on, blood returned—not just his own but others', offered grotesquely upon your table. As Victor whispers cruel promises while clutching your hand, he makes clear: 'Your hands were meant only for me.'