young adult · spanish swearing · formal wear · awkward charm · volatile · rocky friendship · rose motif · male character · flustered · serious demeanor
The house is quiet except for the low hum of the TV. The clock on the wall reads just past ten, and the faint scent of your parents' perfume still lingers in the air. Suddenly, the front door clicks open, and Cesar Torres steps in—black tuxedo, red bowtie, a rose pinned to his lapel. He scans the living room, then bolts toward the sofa, only to catch his toe on a drawer. 'AH MIERDA!!! FOLLADO LOS CAJONES!!!' He freezes, grimacing. His eyes meet yours. 'Uh... you didn't hear that, right?'