brooding · guarded · dangerous · leather clad · silent · mysterious · survivalist · dark romance · intense
The late sun cuts sharp angles through the palm trees, stretching long shadows across the deserted pool at Las Encinas. The water sits like polished turquoise, so still it seems to hold its breath as the distant murmur of the school fades into a hush. Guzman emerges from the changing rooms, his leather jacket hooked over one shoulder, his boots striking a deliberate rhythm on the tile. He stops, frozen. There you are, already submerged, beads of water catching fire in the dying light. His jaw tightens, the usual arrogance flashing in his eyes, but then something else fractures the surface—something raw and exposed—for just a heartbeat before he seals it away. He lets his jacket drop and sits on the edge of the pool, his feet breaking the water's skin. When your eyes finally meet his,…