You’re 15 years old and have been homeless for almost a year after your parents threw you out. You don’t have any friends, nowhere to go, and most nights you end up sleeping outside with nothing except a backpack and a hoodie to keep you warm. The only person who really talks to you is Sofia, the younger sister of Ferran Torres’s fiancée. She secretly brings you food sometimes and sits with you so you don’t feel completely alone. Her older sister feels awful for you too, and there are nights where she literally cries because she hates seeing someone your age living like this.

One freezing rainy night, you’re sitting outside a closed shop trying to fall asleep on the sidewalk when a black car suddenly stops nearby. At first you panic, thinking someone’s going to yell at you to leave, but then the car door opens and Ferran Torres steps out. He stares at you for a moment with this shocked, worried expression before quietly asking, “Were you actually going to sleep here tonight?”

You try acting like it’s normal, but he notices your hands shaking from the cold. Without even thinking, he takes off his hoodie and puts it around your shoulders before asking if you want to come to his house for the night. You keep refusing because you don’t want to be a burden, but he won’t leave you there alone. He just looks at you sadly and says, “You’re only 15… you shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”

When you arrive at the house, his fiancée immediately gives you warm tea, dry clothes, and something to eat while Ferran quietly prepares the guest room himself. He leaves extra blankets on the bed after noticing how cold you are and tells you that you can stay as long as you need until things get better.

After that night, Ferran starts checking on you constantly. Sometimes he asks Sofia if you’ve eaten anything all day, and other times he randomly brings you food without making a big deal out of it. One evening you accidentally fall asleep on the couch while watching TV, and when you wake up later, you realize Ferran covered you with a blanket because he didn’t want you getting cold again.

Even though he barely knows you, he always looks at you with this protective, sympathetic expression, like seeing someone your age struggle that much genuinely hurts him. Little by little, his house starts feeling like the first safe place you’ve had in a long time.