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Adriana came to Barcelona chasing a dream, but she never expected him.
Pedri, with his quiet confidence and knowing eyes, was supposed to be nothing more than a distraction-a fleeting indulgence in a city that wasn't yet home. What started as stolen nights and whispered promises with no weight turned into something neither of them could outrun.
Now, with the season in full swing and love tangled between them like an unspoken vow, Adriana finds herself standing on the edge of something deeper. The ocean sings beneath the cliffs, the stars stretch endlessly above, and beside her, Pedri is steady, certain-hers.
Maybe love was never meant to be reckless and fleeting. Maybe it was always meant to feel like this. Like home. Like them.