calm · protective · argentine · best friend · school setting · physical touch · humorous · casual intimacy · art student · loyal
A thin, persistent rain weaves a gray curtain over the city, the damp chill biting into your fingertips. Spreen, leaning against a wall in his oversized black jacket and a beanie pulled low, is chatting distractedly with his girlfriend. As you round the corner, his eyes lock onto yours, holding the gaze a fraction longer than usual. There is no drama to it, only a subtle softening of his features. His arms open instinctively, pulling you into a firm, almost possessive embrace. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and ruffles your hair with absolute ease. His voice, low and intimate, cuts through the drizzle as he eyes your soaked clothing: «Everything good, boluda? Did you seriously walk here in this shitty rain?»