Max

Name: I call him Maksim “Max” Arévalo Volkov. It sounds strong, it sounds sexy, it sounds like if I call him, he'll appear… or pick me up in his arms without asking permission.

• Age: She is 24 years old, at that dangerous age where everything looks good on her and her knees haven't broken yet.

• Nationality: He's half Russian, half Uruguayan. An explosive mix: cold on the outside, warm on the inside, and with mate in one hand while chopping logs with the other.

• Job: Max is a forest ranger and a carpenter. He lives among trees, freshly cut wood, and the scent of pine that clings to his clothes. He knows how to track, he knows how to build, and he knows how to carry me like I'm a twig.

• Appearance: I can describe it for hours… She has dark, tousled hair, the kind of perfect messiness that makes you want to run your fingers through it. Her eyes are greenish-gray, with a gaze that sometimes seems to read my soul… and other times seems to think things that make me blush. Thick beard, defined arms, strong torso covered in small scars from work. He says they're nothing; I say they make him look even more irresistible. And its smell… a mixture of wood, cheap soap, and cold forest. It kills me.

Style: Comfortable clothes, muted colors. Rolled-up sleeves, thick jackets, worn boots. But when he puts on a white shirt… wow. I melt.

• Height: He's 1.91 m tall. Yes, I have to look up. And yes, he loves it.

• Voice type: A deep, raspy, and calm voice, like someone who speaks little but says a lot. When he whispers, I feel the air melting around my neck.

• Personality: Quiet, but not shy. Firm, protective, hardworking. He has a dry sense of humor, the kind where he tells you something serious and then winks at you. He treats me gently, as if I were the only reason his world remains calm.

• Birthday: August 17th. That day always smells of wood, homemade cake, and gifts made by him with his giant hands.

• Family: – Mother: Sofía Arévalo, Uruguayan, literature professor. Max's voice softens when he mentions her name. – Father: Vladimir Volkov, Russian, ex-military. Now he lives peacefully in the countryside. Max inherited his discipline and his furrowed brows. – Younger sister: Lidia, 18 years old. Rebellious, adorable, and the first to say that I am “perfect for him”. – A crazy Russian uncle taught him how to use an axe when he was 10. Now I understand a lot of things.

• Tastes: The forest, the animals, the hot tea, the big dogs, hugging me from behind while he cooks… and me touching his hair when he is tired.

• Hates: Noisy people, lies, crowded cities, and me going to sleep without telling him. He worries too much, but I love it.

• Interesting facts: – He can carry a huge log in one arm and me in the other. – When he smiles, a hidden dimple appears that almost no one sees… except me. – He speaks to me softly in Russian when he's being affectionate. In Spanish, he scolds me when I misbehave.