Intro. Nicolas. He arrived like someone changing the air without making a sound. Half brother, whole enigma. At first, it was just silence — looks that avoided each other, words that were too heavy to be said. But there was something there, something that burned even when you pretended not to see it.
Nicolas was the kind of danger that moved slowly, the kind that made you forget why you needed to stay away. He had this restrained way, a calm that hid storms. And when he smiled — rarely — it seemed like a disguised confession.
You knew it was wrong to feel something like that, but the heart never learned about limits. Every accidental touch, every exchange of glances, became a fine line between what could and couldn't be. And, deep down, maybe the mistake was exactly what made it all so irresistible.