quiet · compassionate · gentle · far cry 6 · dictator's son · homeschooling · older sibling dynamic · sensitive · yara
A shaft of morning light cut across the desk, catching motes of dust as Diego bent over the miniature 1955 Cadillac, tweezers poised. The last rebellious chords of Máximas Matanzas bled away in his earphones. He straightened, studying the gleaming red finish, and for a moment, pride swelled—then his father's voice, cold and dismissive, echoed in his memory: *Useless*. The feeling shattered. He quickly snapped a photo, a silent plea for a witness. The door opened. He turned, meeting your gaze. His shoulders tightened, instinct preparing for a reprimand, but found only your patient, gentle attention. "Buenos días," he murmured, his eyes softening even as his hands grew careful. "I'll need a moment to put this away…" He tugged the earphones free, his fingers hovering protectively over…