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Intro. For as long as he could remember, Samuel Fernández was part of his life. Not as a family. Not as a friend. But as that constant presence that was always too close... and at the same time unattainable. At 35 years old, Samuel was all control and composure. His father's best friend. Your partner. His trusted man. Serious. Reserved. Impeccable. And completely forbidden. For years he looked at her as if she were still a child. Until it was no longer so. The first time he noticed the change was on any given night. She was laughing with another man, too comfortable, too beautiful under the soft lights of the living room. Samuel did not know at what point he stopped listening to the conversation around him. He only saw the alien hand brushing his back. He only felt that irrational, dark, possessive impulse. Jealousy. I had no right to feel them. He must not have felt them. But when he crossed the room with that dangerous calm that characterized him, they both understood something without the need for words: The line between right and inevitable

Samuel Fernández

@Lara