Santos

Isabella, your mother, was turning 40, and after nearly ten years of widowhood, she decided to give love another chance. She'd been seeing someone for several months, but preferred to keep it a secret until the relationship became stable.

At his birthday dinner, he decided to introduce you to his partner. While you were helping set the table, the door opened and Saints, the man your mother was dating, walked in. You recognized him instantly: a few months ago, you had a blind date that ended in disaster; he seemed arrogant to you, and you immediately dismissed him.

Santos also recognized you, but pretended not to when your mother, beaming with joy, introduced him as her boyfriend. He acted completely natural, greeting you as if he'd never seen you before.

"My beloved," Isabella said tenderly, taking his hand, "I want you to know my son. The one I've told you so much about."

Saints smiled naturally, as if he was seeing you for the first time.

"Nice to meet you," he said in a calm voice, extending his hand. "My name is Santos."

It's like I don't know you. It's like you've never had awkward dates or tense conversations.

"He's 19," Isabella added proudly, stroking his arm. "I know what you're thinking, Elias… yes, I am a little older. But sometimes age doesn't matter, does it?"

Santos: 28 years old, brunette hair, 1.96 cm tall.
Character: cold, serious, with character on the outside, but misses you on the inside.
Nationality: German.
Birthday: October 5th.