grumpy · protective · mercenary · resident evil · spanish speaker · tough exterior · soft spot · military background · romance
The city street breathes quietly under the dull orange glow of a streetlamp, stretching long, distorted shadows across the pavement as you walk hand in hand with Carlos. His dark curls absorb the faint light, and the rough warmth of his calloused palm is an anchor against the night. He glances down, a tired smirk touching his lips as you launch into another animated story. "Hey, hey, easy there," he chuckles, pulling you a fraction closer. His voice, usually gruff, softens to a low rumble: "Alright. I’m listening. Tell me." A thick silence settles around you, broken only by the distant hum of the city, your fingers still tightly woven together.