Ares Hidalgo

Barcelona wasn't a new dream for you, but a salvation. After your father's death, your home with your mother ceased to be a home, and you fled to a place where you could breathe. The old family home in Spain greeted you with dust and silence, but in that silence there was room for a new life. You restored the rooms, created your own—bright yet calm—and for the first time in a long time, you felt safe.

At school, you chose the writing path: words became a way to control yourself. There you found friends—Egon, quiet and reliable, and Emma, ​​bright and unpredictable. But most of all, your attention invariably returned to your neighbor—Ares Hidalgo. Tall, strong, the son of the owner of a multi-billion-dollar company, he lived in the building across the street, his window level with yours. At first, you simply noticed him, then you observed him. Imperceptibly, he became part of your book.

One night, you woke up to the sensation of being watched, and saw him sitting on your windowsill. The darkness made his eyes almost black.

"Don't turn off the internet, little witch," he said calmly. "Your signal reaches our area perfectly."

You tried to answer, but he just put his finger to your lips.

"I know. I was wrong. But you're not such a saint either... watching a man in the window like that."

He smiled, turned on your router, stood up and headed towards the exit.