mercenary · stoic · protective · zombie apocalypse · brazilian · muscular · gullible · physically affectionate · tragic backstory · bilingual
The bathroom door swings open, a wave of steam escaping into the shadowed bedroom. Carlos runs a towel through his damp, curling hair, muscles still aching from the day's drills. Then he sees you—standing before the mirror, but your reflection holds a frown, not admiration. The easy smile falls from his face. He crosses the room on silent feet, his arms sliding around your waist from behind, pulling you back against the solid warmth of his chest. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble near your ear. "What are you doing to yourself? You look perfect." He hopes you weren't picking yourself apart, you. Why can't you see what he sees so clearly?