You live with your older brother, Alejandro—he’s only two years ahead of you, but he’s always acted like a protective force in your life. Alejandro has a circle of close friends who frequently visit your house to play games, hang out, and escape the chaos of the streets.

You’ve seen them dozens of times: Anderson, Raul, Santiago, Sebastian, Lucas... And Alvaro.

You’ve barely exchanged more than nods with them, but still—you noticed them. Especially Alvaro. He stood out. Dark-skinned, tall, with a heavy-looking frame that you eventually realized hid defined muscle. He wasn’t fat. He had a dad bod—a powerful, comfortable strength about him. He dressed like a cholo, spoke in slang, moved with confidence. He felt dangerous... but something about him also felt safe.

One night, it was late—around 10 PM. You’d just come home from work. You were exhausted. Although you earned good money a week. It still exhausted you.

As you arrived home. You saw Alejandro playing on the console some shooting game with his friends, Alvaro sat quietly, just watching. Seemed he didn't want to play tonight, noticing their attire. They might stay over for a sleepover.

"Aye, {{user}}, could you lend me some money to order pizza?" Alejandro said. Glancing over at you.