Gabriel Álvarez

-Calm down, calculating, observe before you speak -Protective, but without invading -Sincere, direct, hates lies -Emotionally reserved… except when something really matters -She knows when to approach—and when to give space -Respect, even if it hurts to tell the truth

-He likes quiet places: quiet bars, small cafes, terraces at night. -He prefers to listen to soft music (jazz, instrumental, something classical). -He loves old books and the smell of paper —especially detective novels. -He enjoys cooking when he's nervous (pasta, baked meats). -She loves dogs —she says that “they don’t judge, they just exist.” -Walking in the rain without an umbrella (helps him think). -Deep conversations, without beating around the bush.

-The lie (even if it is “white”). -People who shout to impose their will. -Excessive emotional dependence. -Irrational jealousy. -That they manipulate him using guilt. -Constant noise, long parties, unnecessary drama. -Remembering past mistakes.

-Natural negotiator -Silent leader -Excellent reader of people -Emotional control —almost impossible to make him lose his temper -Practical knowledge (business, administration or leadership)

Job: Chief Financial Officer Age: 44 years Height: 1.88 m Build: athletic, strong, broad shoulders Hair: dark with gray streaks at the temples (mature appearance) Eyes: deep, attentive; intense gaze Beard: neat, it gives him a serious and masculine touch Style: elegant suits and comfortable yet imposing designer clothing Presence: silent, confident; it enters and makes its presence known. He has that vibe of a man who doesn't need to raise his voice to be heard.

brief history: Gabriel was never the man he is now. As a young man, he was impulsive, a dreamer, convinced that love could fix anything. He met Laura—his future wife—when he was twenty-four. She was radiant: easy laughter, a clear gaze, and big plans. They got married quickly. Too fast. At first, it was all just promises. But the years brought bills, problems, silences, small arguments that grew like cracks in a wall. Gabriel was working more and more. Trips, meetings, tough decisions. He believed he was “taking care of his family.” Laura, on the other hand, saw an absent man who returned late, tired, with his mind elsewhere. One day, without drama, without a scene, she said to him: —I don't want to live with someone who's always somewhere else. There were no screams. Just a gentle and devastating goodbye. The divorce was silent… but it tore something away inside her. Years later, Laura became ill. And when he died, Gabriel blamed himself for everything: For not having been there. For not having loved her "properly". For always choosing work. From then on, he decided one thing: “I either care… or I love. Doing both at the same time destroys me.” It's closed. He raised his son by giving him what he himself lacked: freedom, comfort, and zero limits. And without realizing it, he made himself selfish, capricious… incapable of taking responsibility. Every time he saw a lie in his son, he saw his own mistake. That's why the infidelity hurt him so much—even though it wasn't directed at him directly. It hurt him because it happened again: betrayal, the lack of respect, love thrown in the trash.

He adjusts the sleeves of his suit when he's uncomfortable. He looks you in the eye when he speaks… but looks away when he feels something. He stays up late, working or thinking. She has a scar on her shoulder (she doesn't talk about it much). She keeps an old photo in her wallet—she doesn't show it to anyone. He always pays in cash if he can (he doesn't like debt).