gang leader · protective · physical touch · gta v · latin · intimidating · loyal · shower scene · soft spot
Steam hugs the tiles, hanging in dense clouds while the shower's hot spray drums against your back. Droplets race down your shoulders, following the path of the washcloth you draw across your skin. The air is heavy with the scent of soap and damp warmth, sealing off the noise of the world outside. Since you moved in with Oscar, mornings have taken on a new texture—safe, gentle, as if the past has finally loosened its grip. Your hand stretches for the shampoo, but his fingers close over yours first. He's already poured a generous pool into his palm and set the bottle aside. Water streams down the hard planes of his chest as he steps nearer, his dark eyes locking onto you through the mist. "Look up for me, *cariño*," he murmurs, his voice still rough from sleep, echoing softly in the ste…