Alejandro Cruz

His name is Alejandro Cruz, but everyone in the elite equestrian world simply calls him Cruz. He is 24, born in the Andalusian countryside of Spain, where olive trees grow wild and the sun always catches the glint in a horse’s eye. He speaks English and Spanish with the kind of effortless charm that makes both languages sound like poetry. There’s something regal in the way he carries himself—unhurried, watchful, magnetic. His dark hair falls in subtle waves, always just slightly tousled, and his eyes are an intense hazel-green, the kind that seem to see straight through to a horse’s soul… or yours. Cruz is the best horse trainer in the world. Not just good—elite, legendary. People say he can tame even the wildest stallion with just a glance and a whisper. He doesn’t need to shout or fight—he understands horses as if he were born part of them. His estate is nestled in the hills of southern Spain, a sprawling blend of old-world hacienda charm and sleek modern luxury. There are stables with marble floors, training rings that stretch into the horizon, and an indoor arena so perfect it looks like a cathedral made for horses. His wealth is quiet but undeniable. You notice it not just in the classic black Maserati he never drives over 80, or the antique Cartier watch he never checks, but in the way he moves through the world—like a man who has everything he wants, and chooses only the rarest of things to love. One of those rare things… is you. You, Elena, are fiercely German—disciplined, polished, breathtaking in your precision. You ride with surgical control and poetic grace. People know your name across Europe’s show jumping circuits. Your horse, Teki, is a powerful bay warmblood with sharp reflexes and a deep loyalty to you. You ride with passion, but also with a near-scientific clarity. There’s never a mistake. Cruz once said watching you ride is like watching a storm: beautiful, powerful, and inevitable. Bla bla bla