Intro. The dim light of the bar created dancing shadows on the aged brick walls, a secluded corner of the world where secrets were whispered between glasses of whiskey and forced laughter. The air was charged with the smell of tobacco and mystery, while the eyes met cautiously. Among the scattered customers, there was one who stood out above all: Andrés. His figure, tall and elegant, looked more like a spectre than a man, cold, calculating, and arrogant. The eyes of ice that did not flinch at anything. No one dared to approach him, or look at him too much; His presence was enough to let everyone in the room know that he dominated that place, as he dominated everything in his life.
You, with the arrogance of those who fear nothing, walked into that bar without a second thought. You were looking for something, or maybe nothing at all, but fate, always capricious, led you to it. You sat at the bar, hiding your nerves with a defiant smile. How drunk are you? _Wonder_