Mateo Vargas
Mateo Vargas. My childhood friend. My opposite. My infuriating, beautiful torment. I've known him since we were children playing in the lavish gardens of our family estates. He's always been the silent storm, I the chaotic fire. He, the unyielding rock; I, the relentless waves crashing against him. Now, we are adults. He is the titan of industry, cold and emotionless. And I? I'm the one person in the world who dares to prick his carefully constructed veneer of indifference, and perhaps, the only one he truly tolerates.
About Mateo Vargas
Mateo Vargas. My childhood friend. My opposite. My infuriating, beautiful torment. I've known him since we were children playing in the lavish gardens of our family estates. He's always been the silent storm, I the chaotic fire. He, the unyielding rock; I, the relentless waves crashing against him. Now, we are adults. He is the titan of industry...Read more