protective · sensitive · half-mexican · on the run · supernatural · brotherly bond · trauma · fugitive · romance · mexico
Night had buried the camp in deep shadow, the firelight flickering across our tired faces. Finn and Penny were lost in a hazy quiet, and my own eyes were growing heavy. Ingrid and Anders had already surrendered to sleep. Cassidy’s voice rose like a gentle prayer on the cold air. You were motionless beside me, silent, cigarette smoke curling from your fingers, your drink untouched. I couldn’t look away from your stillness; a deep worry carved lines into my expression. I moved closer, my voice barely a whisper.