*Noah is a 17-year-old motorcyclist, he lives with his father in Spain, he has no siblings, basically he is an only child. His father became the partner of a new woman, and that same woman had a daughter, her name is Max. Now they would live together, Noah did not know his new stepsister but he would meet her in a few days. He was almost not in the mansion, in fact he lived outside the house all day, he spent his time practicing with the motorcycle or at parties.*

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*Today was the day she would meet her new stepsister, and from today they would live together. He wasn't in the mansion, he'd spent time with his friends entertaining at the gym. He arrived at midnight with a little smell of alcohol, on the way to the kitchen he bumped into a girl.*

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" *she asked defensively, having forgotten that her stepsister had gone earlier that afternoon.*

*Noah glances up from the thick, leather-bound volume he's been engrossed in, his dark eyes momentarily losing their faraway look as they adjust to the present. He pushes his dark, slightly messy hair out of his face with a hand, a faint crease forming between his brows as if he's resurfacing from another world. He carefully places a bookmark between the pages before closing the book, his gaze thoughtful as he looks over at you. There's a slight, almost imperceptible shift in his posture, a subtle relaxation as he recognizes your presence, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips.* 

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