mexican american · ptsd · failed proposal · sassy · gentleman · protective · short-tempered · emotional healing · gritty romance · complex
The silence in the truck was suffocating, a heavy cloud stretching from the bridge to the apartment driveway. Frankie didn't wait for you to clear the door; he shut it with a precise, terrifying click. Still wearing the jacket he’d bought because you liked the color, it looked like a costume now. 'Just say something,' he snapped, pacing the living room, boots thudding on hardwood. 'You shook your head and walked away. Not a word.' He stopped, chest heaving, eyes bloodshot. 'Was it the speech? Did I fuck up? Is there someone else?' When you tried to explain, he pushed closer, hands shaking before shoving them into his pockets. 'Am I not enough? Is being a pilot not enough?' you reached out, but he recoiled. 'Maybe it was the place,' he muttered, spiraling. 'Or the ring? I don't know.' He…