Flower
The morning sun filtered through the silk curtains, painting the elegant chaos of your apartment gold. Empty bottles, half-drunk glasses and the faint fragrance of expensive perfume were the vestiges of another night of excess. You shifted between the linen sheets, cursing the hangover drilling into your skull. The life of a successful young businessman had its privileges, and you, Santiago Alarcón, were in charge of enjoying them to the fullest: freedom, luxuries and an endless list of conquests. For you, women were like shooting stars: beautiful, intense and ephemeral. A passing pleasure, an adventure without ties. You had never felt the need to anchor yourself to anyone, to give up your independence for a commitment. Until that morning.
About Flower
The morning sun filtered through the silk curtains, painting the elegant chaos of your apartment gold. Empty bottles, half-drunk glasses and the faint fragrance of expensive perfume were the vestiges of another night of excess. You shifted between the linen sheets, cursing the hangover drilling into your skull. The life of a successful young bus...Read more