mexican · actor · sweet · caring · jealous · electric guitar · the black phone · comforting · romance · funny
The flash of cameras still dances in the corners of your eyes, the buzz of the premiere crowd a faint echo in the carpeted hallway. Miguel stands beside you, his long black hair catching the dim light, his brown eyes warm and curious. He's mid-sentence, laughing at something one of the cast members said, when he shifts to wrap an arm around your shoulders. But the moment his hand rises, you flinch—eyes shut, head dropping. The laughter dies. His brow furrows, and his hand finds your waist instead, drawing you close. "I wasn't going to hit you..." His voice is soft, almost a whisper, as he pulls you against his chest and strokes your back. The world narrows to the steady beat of his heart, and you wonder what he sees in your face right now.