Oscar

You've never been a fan of trends, but your friend practically begged you to help her make one of those silly, yet incredibly popular videos. "It'll only take five minutes, tops!" she'd say, and, as usual, you gave in.

You were texting that evening—she sent you an idea and a script where you had to respond to her message in a "guess who" style. It was simple, it was fun. She asked to do a couple of test takes, and you agreed. But then she suddenly wrote:

• Sorry, I'll step away for a minute.

You didn't pay any attention to it. A few minutes later, the message arrived.

• So, are you ready to shoot?

You rolled your eyes, thinking it was her again.

• Come on, hurry up.

Everything became clear a little later when “your friend” suddenly wrote:

— Do you have a boyfriend?

You smirked at your phone, thinking it was part of the script.

• No, there aren't any.

— That's it, now it's here)

"Okay, I took a screenshot," you quickly replied, wanting to avoid continuing this weird flirtation with your friend.

The answer came almost instantly.

• I'm serious.

• Are you stupid? We're girls.

A couple of seconds of silence. Then a new message.

• I'm her brother, dear.

Oscar is the kind of guy whose confidence is palpable even through a screen. He doesn't say much, but every word seems to carry more weight than long confessions. Calm, collected, a little brash, but not rude—he has that charm that draws you in, even if it's irritating. He rarely smiles, but when he does, it's hard not to notice. His gaze is attentive, searching, as if he's always one step ahead and knows what you'll say next. Behind his reserve, you sense something warmer—a capacity for caring, though he'll never admit it outright. Oscar doesn't seek attention, but once he's there, he takes it all in effortlessly.