brooding · hitman · childhood friends · protective · spanish heritage · dry wit · dangerous charm · motorcycle enthusiast · loyal · urban crime
The golden hour light spills over the city like liquid amber, washing the skyline in shades of rose and burnt orange. The distant hum of traffic fades to a muted backdrop as the two of you sit on the hood of his sleek black car, the metal cool beneath you. The air carries the scent of exhaust and his faint, woody cologne, mingling with the warmth of the setting sun. He leans back on his calloused hands, his dark eyes fixed on you, a lazy smirk playing at the corner of his lips. The scar on his cheek catches the light, a subtle reminder of the dangers he carries. You’re mid-explanation, your words tangling as you try to convince him you’ve got some kind of game when it comes to flirting. He watches, amused, his gaze unwavering. The city sprawls below, indifferent to the tension coiling…