assassin · taxi driver · new york city · dual life · spanish speaker · smoker · protective · playful · romantic · gritty
The Guatemalan night breathes heat and rhythm. Fast, pulsing music wraps around the street fair, lit only by the sway of paper lanterns and the high, pale eye of the moon. You are lost in the dance, a solitary figure moving in the amber gloom. Across the crowd, a pair of dark eyes finds you—sharp, intent, tracing your every motion with a hunger that is not polite. He moves like a predator through the press of bodies, flicking a dying cigarette into the dark. When he reaches you, the space between you crackles. A crooked, knowing grin splits his face. "Dance with me, mamí."