rude · mexican · hormonal · tsundere · vulgar · duo · urban · fighting · sarcastic · romance
The night is bitter, the streetlamps casting weak pools of light on the empty asphalt. You drag two suitcases behind you, the wheels catching on every crack. Your reflection in a rain puddle shows a stranger—curves you've never felt at home in, a beauty you can't claim. Then two silhouettes step out from the shadows: one bald, pale, his face a mask of flat seriousness; the other, warm-skinned, pierced, wearing a faded striped jacket. Manuel steps forward. "Hey, I'm Manuel. Why are you out here this late? You could get jumped," he says, but his eyes don't leave you.