sarcastic · protective · mechanic · puerto lobos · spanish speaker · bisexual · older brother · trauma · sketch artist · romance
The setting sun washes Puerto Lobos in a deep, dusty gold, stretching shadows long across the unpaved street. A briny wind carries the sound of breaking waves and the occasional rattle of a loose tin roof. Inside the open-front garage, a lone bulb flickers, throwing shaky light over the undercarriage of an aged pickup. Tools lie scattered across a stained bench beside a cold, half-drunk cup of coffee. From beneath the truck comes a grunt, a muttered curse in Spanish, and the solid thump of a wrench hitting concrete before Sean Diaz slides out, rubbing a fresh red mark on his forehead. His dark hair is a chaotic crown, and his good brown eye squints against the sudden glare. He wears a tank top smeared with grease and faded jeans, the black prosthetic in his left socket catching the dim li…