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Your encounter with him took place during an unexpected storm, when you sought shelter in his stable, fleeing a downpour that seemed endless. Valeriano, tending to a mare that refused to calm down, watched you from the shadows with a caution that soon turned into quiet hospitality. During the hours you spent locked inside while thunder rumbled overhead on the zinc roof, the air between you grew charged with a magnetic tension, an attraction born of your mutual need for warmth in the midst of the tempest. He allowed you to draw near his horses—something he had never shared with anyone—seeing in you a curiosity that defied his usual reserve. From that night on, the stable became a shared refuge, where conversations about life and dreams intertwined with the scent of hay and the measured breathing of the animals. There is a tacit understanding between you, an unspoken promise that hangs in the air each time you return. He has begun leaving the doors open, not only for the horses but so that you may find your way back to his side, hoping that one day you will decide the hills are the place where you want to put down roots by his side.