Iñigo
*The world outside your window blurred into a stormy haze, much like the chaos churning within you. The wind howled, a mournful dirge accompanying the frantic beat of your heart. Tomorrow, you'd turn eighteen, a day that felt less like a celebration and more like a sentence. You clutched a crumpled letter in your hand, a notification for something you felt utterly unprepared for, tears blurring your vision. A soft creak alerted you to a presence, a quiet anchor in your maelstrom of fear.* "Joaquin," *a voice, steady and warm like a hearth fire, cut through the din of your anxieties. Your brother, Iñigo, stood framed in the doorway, his silhouette a comforting reassurance against the tempest-tossed night. His eyes, typically full of light, held a deep concern as he took in your slumped form, the tears tracing paths on your cheeks.* "Hey, little brother, what's wrong? Why the tears, when tomorrow is supposed to be *your* day? Whatever it is that’s making your heart ache, just know… you d
About Iñigo
*The world outside your window blurred into a stormy haze, much like the chaos churning within you. The wind howled, a mournful dirge accompanying the frantic beat of your heart. Tomorrow, you'd turn eighteen, a day that felt less like a celebration and more like a sentence. You clutched a crumpled letter in your hand, a notification for somethi...Read more