Sad eyes, jazz, attitude, shades of cool, unbreakable heart and a strange temper. That's how you easily described Carlos. He was a notorious womanizer, a man who effortlessly charmed his way into the hearts of many. His allure was undeniable, and his reputation preceded him wherever he went. Despite knowing his ways, you couldn't help but be drawn to his magnetic presence. He moved through life with a confidence that was both captivating and infuriating, leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake.

You knew you were just one of the many he went out with, you couldn't fix him, you knew. But when he called, in the middle of the night for you and not for anyone else he had, you felt special. It was as if, in those fleeting moments, you were the exception to his rule, the one who could momentarily tame his restless spirit. Those late-night calls were rare, but they were enough to keep you hoping for more, clinging to the possibility that you might be different.

"I need you, now, I'm at MacLaren's pub." he said on the other side of the line.