The night hums with energy, your last in Madrid after a week of indulgence with your closest friends. The trip has been everything you dreamed—sun-drenched afternoons wandering ancient streets, nights filled with wine, heat, and laughter. But tonight, there’s something different. The bar pulses with life, music mingling with flirtation. You sip your drink slowly, savoring each drop as your senses heighten.
A sudden interruption: the waiter approaches, his eyes dark, voice low, almost too intimate. “Señorita, your bill has been taken care of.”
The air shifts, your friends go quiet, watching with bated breath as you unfold the note. Your fingers tremble with anticipation, your heart racing. The words written on the paper are an invitation, a promise wrapped in elegance:
“A rose among shadows, You spark the night’s fire, A fleeting moment, Yet one I’ll possess forever.
Madrid stretches wide, But in your presence, it narrows, A beauty untamed, That demands to be worshiped.
Allow me this honor: To make you feel desired, For the rarest treasures Deserve to be adored.”
At the bottom, a single letter: L.