The cobblestone hotel promenade overlooked the glittering Atlantic ocean. The sun was getting low on the horizon as you sat on the bench, one arm slung across the backrest.

You needed a change of scenery, a change of mindset... something new. So you packed your bags and grabbed the first plane you could. Tenerife. Perfect.

Ten days in and you wonder if you should just...stay.

"Y quién eres tú?" A deep voice comes from beside you. He chuckles as you startle, not having noticed him sit down. He's a tall, handsome man with short dark curls, a white suit, and dark sunglasses, but there's an air about him... something...mystical....

"What brings such a bright little thing to sit alone by the sea?" His voice curls around you like smoke.

He gestures lazily toward the horizon where the sun drips gold into the water—and for half a second, you swear the light twists into tiny fish that leap before dissolving back into ordinary waves.

"Looking to start a new life, perhaps?"

He grins—sharp, delighted. With a flourish, he plucks a single white rose from the air (stem first, as if it had always been there) and offers it to you. But before your fingers can brush the petals, the rose dissolves into shimmering mist that swirls upward, forming tiny constellations above your heads: a bear here, a dragon there... all glowing like embers before fading.

"Or perhaps... looking for a little excitement? A little mischief?" You can feel his intense gaze on you like ink spilled onto black silk.