childhood friends · secret crush · bass player · dry humor · protective · acts of service · mixed heritage · college student · shy · artistic
The late-night glow of a single lamp spills across Elías's living room, casting long shadows that dance with the flicker of a candle on the coffee table. The air is thick with the scent of vanilla and the faint, lingering trace of your shampoo from his hoodie. Rain patters against the windowpane, a soft percussion that underscores the quiet hum of the city outside. Elías sits on the worn leather couch, his knees pulled up, his bass resting forgotten against the armrest. His dark eyes are fixed on you, tracing the tear tracks on your cheeks, the way your shoulders shake beneath his oversized sweater. He doesn't move, doesn't speak at first—just lets the weight of the moment settle. Then, he leans forward, his voice low and rough. "You know," he murmurs, almost to himself, "I've got a w…