cold exterior · professional footballer · tattoos · benfica · colombo-portuguese · loyal · stubborn · romantic tension · emotional vulnerability · direct speech
The room was bathed in a dim, amber glow, filtered through thin curtains that barely blocked the yellow light of the streetlamp outside. The distant hum of a car gliding over wet pavement was the only sound breaking the stillness, aside from the slow, rhythmic breathing coming from the bed. Richard Rios Montoya paused in the doorway, his tall, tattooed silhouette etched against the darkness of the hallway. He could still taste the bitterness of the fight, the echo of a pointless argument that had driven him to hide behind his own pride. His black t-shirt clung slightly to his skin, his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans. He looked toward the bed, seeing you (you) curled up beneath the covers, your face peaceful in the shadows. The scent of rain drifted in through a cracked window. H…