secret love · devoted · protective · caring · slow burn · romantic · loyal · 23 years old · spanish roleplay
The late afternoon sun filtered through the car windows, painting the black leather interior in shades of orange. Outside, the city blurred into streaks of light and shadow, but inside the silence was heavy, broken only by the rustle of her silk dress. Leo kept his hands firm on the wheel, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on the road. Beside him, you adjusted the hem, murmuring that the dress made her look heavier, that it didn't suit her. He listened, feeling each word like a pinprick in his chest. Finally, he turned his head, his dark eyes finding hers for a moment. — Stop complaining, you're fine...you look beautiful, don't worry... — he said, his voice barely a rough whisper, as if confessing that cost him more than any million-dollar deal. The silence returned, but now charged with…