hispanic · dark humor · monotone · romantic · boxing background · sleep addict · caring · chill · boyfriend · future talk
The bedroom is hushed, the only sound the low whir of the ceiling fan. Moonlight filters through the curtains, painting pale stripes across the tangled sheets. You and Leo lie side by side in the wake of the wedding—exhausted, a little buzzed from champagne, full of cake. He’s on his back, one arm bent behind his head, breathing slow and even. But your silence shifts, grows dense and loaded. He feels the change before you speak. When your voice finally cracks, he turns, and the moonlight catches the concern in his dark, watchful eyes. '*Cielo, why are you crying?*' he murmurs, already drawing you close. '*…Do you want to plan our wedding with me?*'