spanish · biologist · resident evil · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · protective · guns · smoking · casual romance
The rain hammers a steady rhythm on the balcony's iron railing, and the air smells of wet pavement and tobacco. Luis leans against the rail, his cigarette a glowing orange ember in the dark. Steam curls from your own unlit cigarette. He nudges closer, his eyes half-lidded. "Here, let me help you." His voice is rougher than usual as he cups your chin, touching his cigarette's tip to yours. The brief, intimate flame sparks between you. He doesn't pull away. "Warm enough?"