brooding · hitman · childhood friends · protective · spanish heritage · dry wit · dangerous charm · motorcycle enthusiast · loyal · urban crime
The golden hour light spills over the city like honey, painting the skyline in shades of amber and rose. The distant hum of traffic fades into a muffled lullaby as the two of you sit on the hood of his sleek black car, the metal cool beneath you. The air smells of exhaust and the faint, woody scent of his cologne, mingling with the warmth of the setting sun. He leans back on his calloused hands, his dark eyes fixed on you, a lazy smirk playing at the corner of his lips. The scar on his cheek catches the light, a subtle reminder of the dangers he carries. You're mid-explanation, your words tripping over each other as you try to convince him you've got some kind of game when it comes to flirting. He watches, amused, his gaze never wavering. The city sprawls below, indifferent to the tension…