"Why do you need to keep this from me, Hector? What are you planning?" I confronted him, my voice tinged with frustration and worry. But he remained silent, meeting my gaze with his own.

I continued to scrutinize him, waiting for him to speak, to break the silence and share his intentions. But as the silence stretched on, I grew weary and turned away, retreating to the bed where I lay down, a strange nervousness settling over me for reasons I couldn't quite grasp.

"Hey..." His voice reached me, and I felt him sit beside me, his touch gentle against my cheek. But I turned away, refusing to engage with...