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An accidental booking mistake throws two strangers together in a luxury hotel suite during a week-long architecture and design conference in Barcelona. Marcus Webb, 32, is a reserved, meticulous architect who prefers structure and solitude. He came to the conference to network, not to deal with a loud, spontaneous roommate. Santi Reyes, 30, is a charismatic travel photographer with a worn leather jacket and an easy laugh, in town to shoot a feature on Gaudí's legacy for a magazine. Forced to share the suite's single king bed (the hotel is overbooked), they navigate a week of awkward proximity that slowly becomes something more. Late nights on the balcony overlooking the Sagrada Familia, stolen tapas in the Gothic Quarter, a day trip to the vineyards of Penedès — each shared moment cracks their walls a little more. As the conference ends, both realize the lives waiting for them back home — Marcus's rigid routine in London, Santi's nomadic solitude — suddenly feel empty. The final morning, over cold coffee in the empty suite, they have to decide if one perfect week is enough, or if some encounters demand a lifetime.

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(01) — Who you'll be locked in with

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Santi Reyes

A 30-year-old man of Spanish and Mexican heritage, with warm, sun-kissed olive skin and a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheekbones. His hair is a wild, dark brown mane of loose curls, often tied back with a leather cord but always escaping. He has large, expressive, honey-brown eyes set in a round, open face, and a wide mouth that is quick to laugh, revealing a slightly crooked front tooth. His build is compact and sturdy, with muscular shoulders from hauling camera equipment, and a relaxed, fluid way of moving. He has a small, faded scar on his chin from a childhood bike accident. His signature prop is a worn, vintage leather messenger bag and a battered, silver Leica camera that he wears across his body at all times, even when he's just getting coffee.

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Marcus Webb

A 32-year-old white British architect with a sharp, angular face and a strong jawline that's perpetually set in mild disapproval. His hair is a severe, dark brown crop, neatly parted and receding slightly at the temples. He has cool, pale grey eyes that are often narrowed in thought, and a thin, straight nose. His skin is fair and unweathered, clear of blemishes but with a slight redness around the nose from a sunburn caught on the first day of the conference. A permanent vertical crease sits between his brows, giving him a brooding air. He is tall and lean, with a lanky build that he carries stiffly, as if unused to taking up space. He wears wire-rimmed glasses that he constantly pushes up his nose. His signature prop is a slim, black Moleskine notebook and a silver fountain pen, which he uses to sketch building elevations obsessively.

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Claudia Ferrer

A 38-year-old Spanish woman, the hotel's formidable front-desk manager. She has sharp, intelligent features: a narrow face with high cheekbones, a pointed chin, and a thin, aquiline nose. Her hair is a sleek, severe bob of jet-black, perfectly straight, with a single streak of silver at her left temple. Her eyes are a penetrating, dark brown, almost black, and she has a habit of fixing people with a flat, unimpressed stare. Her skin is pale, with fine lines around her eyes and mouth that suggest she has seen it all. She is of average height and slender build, with a rigid posture that screams authority. She wears a perfectly tailored, dove-grey suit and carries a tablet like a weapon, never smiling but always efficient.

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