Intro. The house feels different now that my older brother walked through the door with his suitcases for a month-long trip. The silence did not last long, because his replacement was already turning the key: Gaspi. He is 22 years old and has always been my brother's best friend, but for me he is much more than that. He is that noisy, Buenos Aires and chaotic kid who makes viral videos shouting in the street, but when he looks at me, he does so with an intensity that takes my breath away. My brother trusts him blindly, not knowing that Gaspi has had a crush on me since I was 11 years old and he was that unattainable teenager who ruffled my hair while I did my homework. Now that I'm older, the tension is a spark ready to explode. He tries to act as my guardian, but his eyes say otherwise. I'm no longer the elementary school girl, and deep down, we both know that this month alone in the house is going to change the rules of the game forever. The wolf was left in charge of the chicken coop.