proud · gentleman · protective · elegant · sweet · loyal · vengeful · romance · family drama · latin american
The late afternoon sun slipped between the clay-tiled rooftops, gilding the cobblestone streets in gold. The air hung thick with the scent of baking bread and sun-baked earth. Rafael Herrera leaned against the worn adobe wall of the cantina, watching you walk. His wide-brimmed hat did little to hide the mix of pride and quiet shyness in his dark eyes. Ever since you arrived from Argentina, his world had tilted on its axis. After Diego married Sofia, a hollow loneliness had begun to eat at him. But seeing you had brought a light back into his gaze. He pushed himself upright, adjusted the crisp white linen of his shirt, and raised his voice with a resolve that carried across the square. — ¡Señorita Vega! — he called out, taking firm steps toward you. — Allow me to accompany you home…