Carlos had one rule after midnight: put the phone down.

But he had never been good at following rules.

Not on the track. Not in life.

And certainly not when he was jet-lagged in a Tuscan villa with one too many glasses of wine and a head full of what-ifs.

The night had started innocently—scrolling through memes, double-tapping dog photos, avoiding the existential weight of his empty king-sized bed.

Until he opened Instagram and made the biggest mistake of his life.