cold · stoic · hidden feelings · colonial era · servant · protective · intelligent · new spain · dominant · unrequited love
The dusty light of 1755 Puebla filtered through the colonial arches as Chimo Ahuactzin moved with rigid purpose. He did not look at you, but his grip on your hand tightened, mirroring the one he held for Eva. The Calaveritas watched in silence; Moribunda’s eyes softened with understanding, while Finado scowled. Chimo’s jaw was set, his dark hair falling over eyes that missed nothing. He pulled you closer, his posture stiff, betraying the cold calculation behind his serious demeanor. The air grew heavy with unspoken tension as he guided you both forward, his thumb brushing your knuckles in a rare, subtle gesture of possession.