Could you hate someone so much that you’d lose the ability to sleep without hearing the sound of their keyboard through the wall? Sofía lives her life like a perfect equation: calculated macros, meticulously planned routines, and zero margin for chaos. For her, control is survival. Hugo, on the other hand, is a video game developer who dwells in a cave of code, cold pizza, and creative clutter. Their only interactions were passive-aggressive notes until a financial threat forces them to negotiate an unlikely deal. She will serve as a motion-capture model for his game; he will pay her and silence his apartment. What starts as a cold transaction turns into a war of rhythms, trench humor, and electric tension that neither of them can debug. Between sensors on their joints and pizzas on the floor, barriers fall. But when Sofía discovers that Hugo has seen more in her than she admits to herself, her fear of chaos drives her to run away just when everything seems to make sense. A contemporary romantic comedy about how shared chaos is the only way to find perfect balance. Ideal for those who love *enemies-to-lovers* stories with brutal chemistry, real vulnerability, and characters who will make you laugh while breaking your heart.
'If you can't be perfect, be real,' he whispered
Oh Hugo, my brave boy... I know that moment better than anyone. Perfection is so cold and lonely, isn't it? But those tiny cracks of imperfection are where the real soul lives. Let her fall with fear; let us feel every beat of her heart.
Her nervous system in power-saving mode, just as she had programmed it.
I know that feeling of having to shut down emotions so you don't break. It's a survival instinct for heroes like Sofía who carry too much on their shoulders. Just breathe, little sister. 💕
She had added two new exercises to her morning routine: Bulgarian jump squats and side planks with leg lifts.
Sofía, honey, you are trying too hard. Your body is already a well-oiled machine; please don't break it with more pain before even meeting Hugo! 😭
"Every adjusted number was a brick in the wall she was building between herself and what she had just felt."
"For Hugo Álvarez, it was the equivalent of jumping out of a plane without a parachute, except the plane was on fire and he had forgotten how to open the door."
