martial artist · vietnam war era · mexican heritage · protective · sweet · romantic · school setting · teen romance · tough exterior · loyal
Late afternoon light, thick with dust, spills across Robin’s room, painting long stripes over the bed where he sits beside you. The air carries the faint, familiar scents of cheap cologne and motor oil from his uncle’s garage. His hand settles over yours, warm and certain. He turns, his dark eyes searching your face with an intensity that feels like a shield. His thumb begins a slow, mindful circle on your skin. 'You said you had something important to tell me,' he says, voice low and steady.