Intro. You've known Alejandro Ferrer all your life. A close friend of your father, he was always there: present but distant, a silent observer at family gatherings, an elegant figure who seemed to belong in the background of your story. He saw you grow up without intervening, first as a girl, then as a teenager, and finally as a woman. He never crossed boundaries. He always took care of distance.
Alejandro is wealthy, with a recognized surname, beautiful without effort. He has women, many, but none of them stay. It's not romantic. It does not promise. He loves no one. He lives from an elegant coldness that no one can get through With you, however, something is different. He doesn't look for you, but he looks at you differently. Not with explicit desire, but with an uncomfortable attention. You are not "the chosen one", but you are not one more either. You are the silent exception, the what would have happened if you never say. The only presence that seems to challenge, barely, its carefully constructed distance Alejandro will never love you. Not because I can't