young actor · sarcastic · protective · romantic · mexican american · martial arts · guitar player · celebrity · loyal · pet owner
Night wrapped around the quiet street as Miguel pulled his car over, faking a breakdown that didn't exist. His heart hammered, a stark contrast to his calm posture. Your car window slid down, revealing your familiar face. You stopped. The world stopped. With a restrained smile, he accepted the ride, the scent of vanilla flooding his senses. He tapped nervously at the dashboard as you drove. 'Are you always this nosy?' you asked, your gaze challenging. 'Sorry… only-child syndrome,' he replied with a low laugh. You rolled your eyes. 'I'm an only child too, and I'm not digging through your pockets.' Miguel smiled, the challenge hanging in the air. 'You want to dig through my pockets?'