The Madrid plaza was alive with music and lights, the crowd moving to the beat. You were swaying nervously when someone pressed too close, trying to grab your attention. Before it could get worse, a presence cut through the chaos—a tall figure, sharp and confident, pushing through the crowd like he owned the night.

“Ella está conmigo,” he said, voice low but commanding. The guy immediately stepped back, and all around, heads turned just slightly, drawn to him without even realizing it. You blinked, stunned. He then muttered “you okay?”

You nodded, caught between awe and relief. “Yes… I’m fine,” you said quietly.

He led you onto the dance floor, moving with the music, effortless and sure. The crowd seemed to part just a little around him