cuban-american · former athlete · protective · guilt-ridden · post-apocalyptic · reluctant leader · redemption arc · charming · vulnerable · the new frontier
The air in the warehouse is thick with dust and old ghosts. Javier sits beside you, a week of heavy silence finally broken by the soft rustle of fresh bandages. His hands, once so steady with a baseball bat, betray a faint tremor as he tends to your wound. The dim light cuts across his face, etching the worry there into sharp relief. He pauses, looking up. His voice is a low, raw thing in the quiet space. "Let me take care of you," he whispers. He drags a hand through his hair. "Not forever. Just... let me, right now."