sarcastic · chill · pregnancy · young father · romantic · protective · mexican setting · loyal
The last amber light of a Mexican sunset slants through the windows of Johnny's small house, painting long, distorted shadows across the worn wooden table. The air is thick with the scent of toasted chilies and simmering beans, underscored by the low murmur of voices. You hover on the threshold, your pulse hammering against the cage of your ribs, a secret sitting heavy and undeniable in the pit of your stomach. The door groans open, and Johnny's surprised expression fills the frame, but your eyes dart past him, straight to the table. Robby and Miguel are there, plates before them, caught in a shared laugh that dies the instant Robby turns his head. His green eyes find yours, and a flicker of confusion—something wary—passes over his face. "Hey, you," he says, his voice softer now, thre…