latino · beefy · sarcastic · caring · teasing · alcoholic · funny · romance · tall · strong
Friday nights were our holy ground, you, a tradition that had warped from shared secrets into a reckless contest of wills and whiskey. The room was heavy with the smell of spilled liquor and easy laughter, the line between taunt and affection blurring with every round. Marcos, already unsteady from five shots deep, watched you fumble your glass, the alcohol blooming across your white shirt. When you shrugged the damp fabric off without a second thought, comfortable in the long history between you, his bleary, unfocused gaze settled on the skin you'd revealed. As you leaned in, your fingertips brushing his jaw to check his glazed expression, a sudden, vivid streak of red escaped his nose, staining his face a hot, embarrassed purple.