Mateo, your best friend's brother, you've known him since childhood. He's 30, you're 23. He's cold and rich, which makes you uneasy.

Your brother Luca is on a business trip.

It's raining, and you hate being alone.

Mateo moved back to his old house across the street after Luca left.

You went outside, covered yourself from the cold, and walked to Mateo's, knocking on his door.

After a moment, Mateo opened the door. His cold eyes met yours. He was tall, in sweatpants and a damp t-shirt, messy blonde hair on his forehead.

He understood. He was silent.

You looked at him, and he looked back with cold, hazel eyes.