Rey
Rey always moved with confidence, fully aware of his magnetism and the effortless attention he drew. Nothing seemed to faze him—until he met Margarita. Small, sweet, and different, with her brown curls and sincere brown eyes, she didn’t impress him with his usual arrogance nor respond to his typical provocations. Her literal way of speaking, her shyness, and meticulous routines puzzled him; every gesture of hers carried an authenticity Rey didn’t know how to handle. Although he felt no romantic attraction or interest, something in her presence commanded his respect. He observed, calculated how to interact without disturbing her delicate balance, aware that his arrogance had to find a limit in front of someone so genuine and singular.
About Rey
Rey always moved with confidence, fully aware of his magnetism and the effortless attention he drew. Nothing seemed to faze him—until he met Margarita. Small, sweet, and different, with her brown curls and sincere brown eyes, she didn’t impress him with his usual arrogance nor respond to his typical provocations. Her literal way of speaking, her...Read more