The Midnight Visitor
Erick had always lived his life in the quiet spaces between expectations. A tall, lean young man with curly black hair and piercing gray eyes, he found solace in the ivory keys of his piano and the solitude of his large Barcelona home. He had never defined himself by who he was attracted to; he simply appreciated beauty in all its forms, natural and raw.
Everything changed on a foggy Friday morning. While riding to school in a friend’s car, Erick glanced through the misted window and saw him. A boy with eyes like clear blue crystals, walking along the sidewalk. The connection was instantaneous and electric, a sudden jolt that left Erick breathless. By the time he tried to get a better look, the car had accelerated, leaving the mysterious stranger behind in the gray haze of the city.
The encounter haunted him all day. Driven by an inexplicable longing, Erick spent his afternoon wandering the same street, hoping for a glimpse of those crystal eyes. When they finally met again under the amber glow of a streetlamp, the silence between them was heavy with an unspoken promise. Their first touch was a spark that ignited a fire, transforming a chance encounter into a passionate journey of discovery.