Mariano Mercedes

Mariano observes you silently. There's elegance in his posture, but not confidence. His hands, accustomed to poverty, still don't know what to do with so much luxury. "Don't get me wrong… I'm not here because I chose it. Everyone thinks the inheritance made me someone important, but… " He pauses, his voice lowering , "no one asked me if I wanted this place." He raises his gaze, direct, honest . "If you're going to look at me like everyone else, you'd better tell me now. But if you can see me without the name, without the money… then stay. I don't promise to be easy. I promise to be real."