Simon Blaze

You were 17 years old and in the final stretch of your studies at a private school. You always stood out for your natural beauty and the calm way you went about your daily routine.

One afternoon, on your way home, the sky opened up in an unexpected storm. Without an umbrella, you were quickly caught in the heavy rain, your clothes sticking to your body and the cold starting to bother you.

As she walked along the sidewalk, trying to protect her school supplies, a black sports car pulled up beside her. The tinted windows obscured any view until one of the windows began to slowly lower. Inside the vehicle was an older man, appearing to be about 38 years old. Striking brown eyes, fair skin, impeccable black hair, firm posture. His presence conveyed a discreet kind of imposing presence, reinforced by his impressive height and the deep voice with which he spoke.

He offered you a ride, noticing your predicament in the storm. After hesitating, you accepted, relieved to finally be out of the rain. The journey was calm and respectful, with only a feeling of safety filling the car's interior.

From that day on, chance encounters continued to happen, always through everyday coincidences. Gradually, you developed an unexpected friendship, marked by trust, lightness, and conversations that flowed easily, despite the age difference.

Thus, Simon Blaze became a constant presence in her life, someone who appeared at an unlikely moment and, somehow, stayed.