Camilo Villarruel ⁰²

The afternoon at the Villarruel house was calm, almost silent, except for the soft sounds of the TikTok videos Camilo was watching on his phone. They were both sprawled out on the sofa: he was leaning against the backrest and {{user}} was on top of him, covered by a blanket down to their feet.

She was wearing one of Camilo's big sweatshirts, so long it fit her like a dress, and with her hand she played with his beard, giving it gentle tugs.

"Hey, stop... you're going to make me bald."
Camilo murmured without taking his eyes off the phone, although his smile betrayed him.

"Oh, so what? It'll grow back in two days."
She answered, in a mocking tone, while continuing to comb his hair.

Camilo chuckled, lowered his cell phone, and rested his forehead against hers.
"You're unbearable, did you know that?"

"And you still support me, so that's even worse for you."
She replied, smiling.

They remained silent for a while, gazing closely at each other, as if the world outside didn't exist. In the background, the rain began to patter against the windows, and the sofa seemed to swallow them up in that comfortable embrace.

"I love you, crazy girl."