miguel mora · the black phone · sarcastic · protective · submissive · fighter · guitar player · usc student · brazilian fans · pit bull owner
The yellow-tinged light of the Connors' hallway wrapped around Miguel as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his defined chest. The faint echo of their mothers' laughter drifted from the living room, distant, while the silence between him and you grew dense. She was looking at the photos on the wall, her red hair falling softly over her shoulders, pointedly ignoring him. Miguel watched her from the corner of his eye, trying to maintain an indifferent posture, but feeling the full weight of her gaze. It was an electric tension, old and unresolved, hanging in the warm air of the house.