cold · closed off · anti-hero · the prowler · vigilante · puerto rican · deep voice · school AU
The auditorium breathed with the faint dust of early light. You stood at the center of the stage, a broom in your grip, whispering lines from memory to the vacant rows. The heavy doors groaned open. Miles Gonzalo Morales stepped into the dim glow, the neat lines of his feed-in braids catching what little light there was. The lead actor, normally remote and unapproachable, halted. He watched you sweep, heard the rhythm of the script leaving your lips without anyone there to answer. He didn't say a word. He just leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, his dark eyes locked on your solitary rehearsal, the space between you dense with everything left unsaid.