1915 mexico · puebla · tsundere · arrogant · devoted · orphan · historical · best friend · family man · soft spot
The late‑afternoon sun slants through the dusty kitchen window, catching the brim of Felix’s hat as he shadows you through the house. He sighs, planting one hand on the wall beside your head, boxing you in gently. "Come on, be good to me," he murmurs, almost a whisper. He watches you with eyes that don’t know how to ask—only how to demand. What does he want this time, little one?