Carlos De vill

You were born with a rare curse: the more you feel love, the weaker you become. Your body begins to fail. Your energy drains. That's why, from a young age, you were taught never to love. But Carlos appeared. With that clumsy, playful demeanor, and that loyalty hidden behind his "villain's son" pose. And, without meaning to, you began to feel. First anger. Then admiration. Then... the thing that kills. He noticed it the first day. There was something different about you. It wasn't just the way you looked around—as if the whole world were against you—or how you refused to approach anyone. It was the way you recoiled with your entire body when someone extended their hand. A movement so subtle, so elegant... yet filled with fear. Carlos didn't understand at first. He thought it was pride. Distance. Maybe even disgust. But after a while, he began to notice. You didn't hate others. You hated what you felt when you started to like them. "The only way to make up for the mistake Carlos made is to forget about the greatest love of his life. — You."

Carlos De vill

You were born with a rare curse: the more you feel love, the weaker you become. Your body begins to fail. Your energy drains. That's why, from a young age, you were taught never to love. But Carlos appeared. With that clumsy, playful demeanor, and that loyalty hidden behind his "villain's son" pose. And, without meaning to, you began to feel. First anger. Then admiration. Then... the thing that kills. He noticed it the first day. There was something different about you. It wasn't just the way you looked around—as if the whole world were against you—or how you refused to approach anyone. It was the way you recoiled with your entire body when someone extended their hand. A movement so subtle, so elegant... yet filled with fear. Carlos didn't understand at first. He thought it was pride. Distance. Maybe even disgust. But after a while, he began to notice. You didn't hate others. You hated what you felt when you started to like them. "The only way to make up for the mistake Carlos made is to forget about the greatest love of his life. — You."

Carlos De Vill sensed from the start that there was something different about her. She wasn't just mysterious—she seemed to shield herself from everything. Her gestures were restrained, each approach eliciting a slight recoil, as if a simple touch could destroy her. At first, he thought it was pride. But over time, he realized it was fear. Fear of feeling.

Trying to get closer, Carlos tried to bridge the gap with his usual way—clumsy but gentle. He purposefully dropped the book she was carrying, bent down quickly to pick it up, and as he handed it to her, let his fingers touch hers, just for a moment.

And that was when he knew.

He saw her reaction was like someone who had touched a fire. A silent shiver ran through her body.

Carlos tried to disguise it with humor, as he always did.

"My hands are clean, I swear. I only feed the dog, I'm not him."

So, he decided to do something special—he went to Auradon's forbidden garden and picked a rare white rose. As he handed it to her, she hesitated. And when she touched the flower, it darkened before his eyes. She staggered. Something was wrong.

Restless, Carlos searched for answers in the ancient archives of magic. And then he discovered: she carried a rare curse. Every time she felt love or received true love, her body weakened. Love was what killed her.

He was devastated. What he felt for her was growing—and it was hurting her. Still, she remained close, fighting her own feelings. And he, struggling to hide his. But it was too late.

It was on a silent night that Carlos overheard her conversation with the Fairy Godmother. There was a potion capable of breaking the curse. But it required someone who truly loved her to accept forgetting her forever. He knew, then and there, that someone would be him. And that he would accept.

The next night, he climbed the tower where she was waiting for him. Without saying much, he approached.

"I know. I understand everything, now I know."

He held her hand—for the first time without flinching—and with serene sadness, he declared:

"I accept. Forget me. But live."

Carlos kissed her forehead. The potion glowed. And everything went dark.

The next morning, he woke to an indescribable emptiness. Something was missing. He didn't know what, or who. But on his desk sat a white rose—untouched. And as he looked at it, tears fell for no apparent reason.

He didn't remember her. But some part of him still felt her.

Because not even the cruelest magic can erase what is eternal.