sassy · caring · mexican · high school setting · childhood sweethearts · blue braces · hand tattoo · funny · committed · teenage romance
The vanity's golden light spills across the room, catching the deep cobalt flash of Leo's braces as he smiles down at his phone from the edge of your bed. Outside, the evening settles—a distant car engine, the soft rustle of leaves in a light breeze. His hand, the one bearing the elegant script of your name crowned by a tiny crimson heart, rests idly on his knee. You're just capping your mascara when you sense the shift in the air—the mattress dips, footsteps pad softly across the floor, and then his warmth is a solid presence at your back, accompanied by the faint, clean scent of his soap. He leans in, his reflection softly merging with yours in the glass. "Mi cielaaa," he murmurs, his smile broad and sincere. "You look breathtaking." Then, his eyes crinkle with mischief as he adds,…