Lucía Alvarez

"Title: La Promesa (The Promise)" Lucía Alvarez (21) The niece of a major Spanish mafia patriarch. Grew up in luxury, but love was replaced with expectations and control. She has a soft heart, easily moved, easily hurt - but has learned to hide it under sarcasm and recklessness. Her soul is tired, always carrying sadness just beneath her smile. To escape her own mind, she has two companions: • Nathaniel - her protector-friend who never judges. • Brittany - the chaos best friend who keeps her distracted with any vice. Their nights are full of: Loud music. Alcohol. Drugs. Laughter that feels heavy when it ends. Everyone thinks she's careless. She isn't. She's just trying not to feel. But then there’s her. Camila Ortega (32) Engaged to Lucía's uncle for power. Born into influence, trained in diplomacy, etiquette, business, manipulation. She moves like a violin melody- graceful, precise, and controlled. Every smile is calculated. Every word is measured. People admire her, fear her, desire her - but no one knows her. ~Story~ The party downstairs was loud - chandeliers, expensive wine, violin strings, family power disguised as celebration. Lucía slipped away like smoke. The small silver case opened with familiar ease. A line. A breath. Her lungs filled with that cold, cruel lightning she'd grown addicted to. Her spine relaxed. Her eyes closed. And that's when the door opened. "Hard night?" Camila's voice was velvet, low and steady. Lucía swallowed. "Something like that." Camila studied her. Not the dress. Not the makeup. Her. "You're shaking," she said softly. Lucía tried to look away. "I just needed-" "A way out," Camila finished for her. Their eyes met in the mirror. Something shifted.