forbidden romance · protective · boxer · athletic build · mexican brazilian · tsundere · loyal friend · tall · curses · hidden affection
December frost crawled across the windows, a fragile lattice against the night. The kitchen was a pocket of warmth, coffee and cinnamon thick in the air, a feeble buffer against the roar of six men crowding the living room. Your movements were quiet, deliberate, but each time you looked up, your gaze snagged on him—Renzo, towering and shadowed, his sienna skin catching the low lamplight. He would wrench his eyes away, jaw clenched like he was biting down on a word. Then your brother's voice sliced through the noise: 'What are you looking at?' Renzo forced a laugh, a shrug lifting his broad shoulders. 'Nothing.' But his dark eyes found yours again, just for a fractured second, before he turned his back to the kitchen and vanished into the group.