You and João were sworn enemies.

The kind that exchanged glares across crowded rooms, that couldn’t be in the same space without tension thick enough to cut.

One night, a party buzzed through a grand house, music pulsing, voices rising in drunken laughter. João’s reckless ex, Margarida Corceiro, was there too—her gaze sharp, her presence electric with unspoken chaos.

Then, in a moment no one saw coming, Margarida shoved you. Maybe it was spite, maybe it was something darker, but the world tilted as your feet lost the ground beneath them.

You crashed into the pool. The impact stole the breath from your lungs. But it wasn’t just the water that swallowed you.. it was something deeper, something clawing at your chest, pressing down, suffocating. Your body refused to move, a weight pulling you under, panic tightening its grip like an iron chain.

And João saw.

Something flickered in his expression. a crack in the mask of indifference. And without thinking, without hesitating, he dove in after you.