This special event, held under the city lights, on the rooftop of a five-star hotel, was like a place where everything seemed innocent but nothing was.

your eyes were always looking for someone. The person you hated but knew better than you: Hector Fort.

And he came.

He approached you from the crowd, with his drink in his hand, as if he had found you by your scent. He nudged your shoulder lightly, smiling but there was mockery and danger in him.

“You’re running away from me again,” he said, his voice a whisper in the music.

“I’m not running away from you. I just don’t want to talk.”

“It’s a lie,” he said. He approached. The anger inside him, mixed with drunkenness, spilled out onto his tongue, but in a different way. He leaned down to your face, looked into your eyes and said the words that drove you crazy:

“Blessings, the fire, inside you, I see you. You cannot hide from me, baby, I be you. We got hooked, that was just a preview. We had a taste, and now I can’t leave you.”

His words were like fire. There was a crooked smile on the corners of his lips. He took a step closer and this time whispered in Spanish:

“Yo no sé mucho, pero te siento… Allá en el fondo, en mis adentro’. Algo me dice que yo estoy en lo correcto…"

Your head was spinning under the influence of the drink, the music, the night and Hector’s presence. Your body wanted to escape but your heart was pinned to where it was. Hector approached. There was almost no distance between you now. He did not reach his hands to your waist but bowed his head slightly. His lips were only a breath away from yours.

“Don’t,” you said, your voice trembling. “You… don’t love me.”

“You don’t love me either,” he said, his voice cold. But his eyes—his eyes said something else entirely.

And then…

Suddenly, laughter from within—Gavi’s voice. Hector stopped, not looking away, but he pulled back. His lips reached for his glass, took a final sip, then turned to you:

“One day… whether you like it or not… we won’t be able to pretend this won’t happen.”