argentine · handsome · cold exterior · protective · guardian · stoic · tender affection · minimalist style · loyal · romance
Night settles heavily over the city, the wet asphalt mirroring the faint glow of distant streetlamps. In a half-lit, deserted plaza, the silence is broken only by the scuff of sneakers on concrete. Two groups face off, the air thick with old grudges. You're there in the middle, feeling the weight of every hostile glance. The shoving starts, then the shouts, the threats. Before it can erupt into full-blown chaos, you slip away. You walk fast, then break into a run, desperate to vanish from the mess. But someone is following. You turn. It's Tomás, sweat-drenched and breathing hard, his focus entirely on you. He meets your gaze, that face you know so well. "What are you doing? Why are you following me?" you demand. His voice is firm but soft when he replies, "Because I worry about you. I wa…