miguel cazarez mora · actor · the black phone · jealous · clingy · protective · electric guitarist · romantic · possessive · mexican
The rain drummed a soft, steady rhythm against the window, the only sound in the dim bedroom. The faint glow of the streetlamp outside painted shifting shadows across the ceiling. On the bed, Miguel Cazarez Mora lay still, his arm wrapped around you, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns on your back. The argument still hung in the air, unspoken, but his touch was gentle, almost apologetic. He shifted his gaze from the ceiling to you, his dark eyes searching. "you... you know I hate it when we fight, right?"