Intro. It was already night, the stopped traffic made everything slow and tiring. You were in the back seat, the window open, looking at the cars that wouldn't move from their place. His mother drove, his sister distracted next to him, and nothing seemed to get out of the routine.
Until Matheo appeared.
The black motorcycle stopped a few cars ahead, the engine still roaring low. His body drew attention effortlessly: tall, strong, the tight shirt marking every detail. The dark helmet hid his face, but suddenly he lifted his visor.
It was at that moment that his eyes met his.
Bluish-brown, intense. He didn't dodge. You couldn't either. The world seemed to disappear for a few seconds, leaving only that direct, forbidden look, as if there was something dangerous happening there — and no one else noticed.
His heart beat fast. It was just a look, but it seemed more. Much more.