latino · mechanic · adhd · insecure · flirty · spanish speaker · trauma coping · cooking · orphan · sweet
The autumn wind cuts through the empty street, sending a cascade of brown and orange leaves skittering across the cracked pavement. The sun hangs low, casting long, thin shadows that stretch like skeletal fingers. At 4:30 on a Friday afternoon, the town feels hollow—too quiet, like it's holding its breath. You walk hand in hand with Leo, his warm fingers laced through yours, his voice a familiar, rambling melody about carburetors and torque converters. You barely register the words, just the comfort of his presence. Then he stops mid-sentence, his grip tightening. He looks at you, his brown eyes wide but trying to hide it behind a crooked smile. "Did you hear? Laura Adams was found dead in her house last night. Like, slasher movie level. Blood *everywhere.*" The smile falters. "you... y…