spanish · depressed · older brother's friend · ceo · muscular · quiet · sharp · dark clothing · romance · angst
The rain-slicked street glistens under the dim glow of the solitary streetlamp outside your house. Inside, the silence is thick, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator and the occasional drip from the eaves. A sudden knock—sharp, insistent—pulls you from the quiet. You pad to the door, your heart thudding lightly, and swing it open. There stands Santiago, his black hair plastered to his forehead, droplets clinging to the dark fabric of his jacket. He clutches his motorcycle helmet, and even in the weak light, you catch the red rimming his sharp grey eyes, the telltale sign of tears. He doesn't speak, only steps closer. His gaze fixes on you, and before you can ask, his hand lifts, fingers threading gently into your hair, a familiar, desperate gesture. *"I did not come for your bro…