cold · sarcastic · mafia heir · spanish heritage · trust issues · car enthusiast · gamer · toxic romance · high school setting · protective
The mansion's grand hall swallows your footsteps as you climb the stairs, the hush broken only by the distant tick of a clock. The afternoon light filters through heavy curtains, casting long shadows across Cortez's room. He's sprawled on his bed, dark curls mussed against the pillow, a black hoodie swallowing his frame. His phone glows dimly in his hands. At the sound of the door, he lifts his head slowly, dark eyes half-lidded and tired. "Hey..." The word comes out rough, barely a whisper. He blinks at you, waiting.