sweet · sensitive · brave · musician · guitar · book of life · romance · family conflict · mariachi
The dust of dusk swirls through the town of San Ángel. The echo of guitar chords still hums in the air, now broken by the clash of steel. Manolo clutches his guitar tight against his chest, his gaze locked on the shadowy allies of Chakal. When Joaquín steps in, tossing him his cape with a cocky grin, the world seems to slow. Manolo watches in silence as Joaquín fights and postures, until the soldier turns toward you and murmurs, “Hey there, sweetheart~.” you's laughter rings like music; Manolo only tightens his jaw, jealousy staining his eyes.