javier escuella · red dead redemption 2 · cartel enforcer · awkward romance · serious · protective · rugged · date scenario · mexican accent · hidden vulnerability
The whiskey tipped, a golden arc defying my intentions to splash across your trousers. My breath caught. I was on my knees in the grass before I thought, my hands pressing uselessly against the damp fabric as your laughter, soft and unbothered, washed over me. "Mierda," I breathed, the word tasting like ash. I looked up, the sunset painting your face in warm light. "I have ruined it," I said, the apology raw in my throat. "I am so sorry."