The Culpables trilogy was supposed to end with a bang – Noah and Nick’s fiery reunion in Culpa Nuestra (Our Fault), dropping on Prime Video October 16, 2025, like a Molotov cocktail of forbidden love and family feuds. Instead, it’s fizzling out in a cloud of passive-aggressive Instagram purges and viral promo clips that scream “awkward exes at a wedding.” Nicole Wallace and Gabriel Guevara, the on-screen soulmates who ignited Wattpad fever with their smoldering chemistry, have fans in meltdown mode after a bitter behind-the-scenes blowup that’s got everyone whispering: Was their off-screen romance the real plot twist, or just another casualty of Tinseltown toxicity?

It started innocently enough – or so the fairy tale went. Back in 2023, during the filming of Culpa Mia (My Fault), the Spanish rom-dram’s steamy debut that racked up 100 million streams and spawned a global thirst trap, Nicole and Gabriel were inseparable. Paparazzi snapped them canoodling on Marbella beaches, sharing gelato in Madrid’s Plaza Mayor, and locking lips at after-parties that blurred the line between method acting and messy millennials. “They were the ultimate #Gabicole,” one set insider gushed to El País last month. “Gabriel would leave custom playlists on Nicole’s trailer door – think Rosalía mixed with bad-boy ballads. She’d retaliate with surprise picnics. It was Culpa Mia IRL.”

By Culpa Tuya (Your Fault) in 2024, the duo had upgraded to “just friends” status in interviews – a classic Hollywood hedge – but the sparks were undeniable. Fans shipped them harder than Noah’s ripped jeans, flooding TikTok with edits of their poolside smooches set to Olivia Rodrigo’s “Traitor.” Gabriel, 23 and fresh off Hit, called Nicole his “muse” in a Vogue España profile; she, 22 and riding high from Skam España, blushed through Elle chats about how his “intense eyes” made scenes “electric.” No official couple confirmation, but the subtext? Thicker than Nick’s engine grease.

Then, crickets. As Culpa Nuestra wrapped principal photography in late 2024 – a grueling back-to-back shoot that had the cast decamping to Valencia’s sun-drenched villas – whispers of trouble bubbled up like a bad batch of sangria. Crew members noticed the lovebirds lunching separately; joint IG stories dried up faster than a desert rally. By premiere season, the frost was arctic. At the Culpa Tuya Madrid red carpet in December 2024, they posed arm-in-arm for exactly one obligatory snap before vanishing into separate after-after-parties. “It was tense,” a publicist spilled to Hola! magazine. “Gabriel arrived with his mom, Anna; Nicole rolled solo with her Elite co-star pals. No eye contact, no small talk. Like they’d signed a non-disclosure on their own drama.”

The smoking gun? Social media sabotage. In February 2025, eagle-eyed stans clocked Nicole quietly unfollowing Gabriel on Instagram – her grid, once peppered with BTS Culpa candids of him mid-laugh, went scrubbed clean. He reciprocated by archiving their joint promo posts, leaving his 8.2 million followers speculating in the comments: “Gabicole over? 😭” By summer, as Culpa Nuestra trailers teased Noah’s tearful wedding reunion with Nick, the pair’s feeds were parallel universes – her: empowering yoga flows and indie book hauls; his: brooding gym selfies and motorcycle montages. No shade-throwing Stories, no subtle digs. Just… nothing. The silence was deafening.

Enter the promo apocalypse. A viral clip from Prime Video’s October 10, 2025, press junket – unearthed by a BollywoodShaadis deep dive and now at 3.2 million views – shows the duo plopped on a velvet sofa, microphones hot, fielding fan questions about “Noah and Nick’s endgame.” Nicole, in a sleek black slip dress that hugs her like a second skin, fields the first: “Their love’s messy, but real – like life’s curveballs.” Cut to Gabriel, slouched in leather, his signature brooding locks tousled just so. He nods, murmurs “Yeah, growth through pain,” then… glances at his watch. Twice. Nicole’s smile tightens into a rictus grin; she crosses her legs away from him, fiddling with her bracelet like it’s a rosary. The interviewer, sensing the vibe, pivots to director Domingo González, but not before the camera catches Gabriel’s foot tapping – Morse code for “get me out.”

Fans dissected it like a forensics lab: “Body language screams exes who hate-fueled their way to breakup,” tweeted @CulpaStansAnon, sparking a 50K-like thread. “Nicole’s micro-flinch at ‘pain’? Chef’s kiss. Gabriel’s watch-check? Petty king.” Theories exploded: Was it a cheating scandal, with Gabriel spotted at a Ibiza club with a mystery brunette? Jealousy over Nicole’s rising star – her Culpa glow-up landed her a Netflix lead in a queer rom-com, while Gabriel’s Hit sequel stalled in post? Or the killer: Method acting bleed-over. “They dove so deep into Noah-Nick’s toxicity,” a Culpa Tuya script supervisor confided to Variety, “it poisoned the well. Fights on set over ‘authenticity’ turned personal. By wrap, they were ghosts to each other.”

The real tea, pieced from anonymous Blind app drops and a leaked WhatsApp chain, points to a perfect storm. Filming Culpa Tuya and Nuestra back-to-back meant 18-hour days reliving breakup blowouts and makeup sex – emotional whiplash that blurred fiction and fallout. “Gabriel wanted space post-wrap; Nicole felt ghosted,” the leak claims. Add family meddling – his actress mom Anna reportedly clashed with Nicole’s “free-spirited” vibe – and career clashes: Nicole’s push for English remakes irked his camp, who eyed the trilogy as his launchpad. Culmination? A blowout at the 2025 Goya Awards after-party, where sources say Gabriel accused her of “stealing the spotlight,” and she fired back with “Grow up, Nick.” Ouch.

Post-Culpa Nuestra premiere – where they mustered a stiff red-carpet wave that fooled exactly no one – reconciliation feels like a fever dream. In separate interviews, Nicole told Cosmopolitan: “Noah taught me boundaries – on and off screen.” Gabriel, to GQ España: “Love’s a race; sometimes you crash.” Fans, heartbroken, flood #GabicoleReunion petitions, but with Nicole jetting to LA for pilot season and Gabriel hunkered in Madrid for a racing biopic, the finish line’s foggy.

Yet, amid the mess, Culpa Nuestra shattered records – 25 million global views in Week 1, edging out Squid Game 2 for Prime’s top spot. Irony? Their frost-fueled promo authenticity amped the hype. “The tension sells,” director González chuckled to Deadline. “Noah and Nick’s chaos? It’s them, distilled.”

So, was Gabicole ever real, or just killer PR? The truth? A heady mix of young love torched by Hollywood’s hot lights. As one X user lamented: “They unfollowed each other, but we’ll never unfollow the drama.” In the Culpables world, fault’s shared – but forgiveness? That’s the sequel nobody’s scripting. For now, stream Culpa Nuestra, crank the angst playlist, and pray for a BTS tell-all. Because if Noah and Nick can fake it till they make it, maybe Nicole and Gabriel can too. Or not. Either way, we’re here for the wreckage.