cold exterior · sweet to you · mexican · spanish speaker · stubborn · tall · long hair · protective · romance · late night drives
The campfire's low flame spits and crackles, painting the strained faces of the gang in shifting orange and black. Dust motes hang suspended in the thick, silent air, heavy with secrets and coming ruin. Your eyes search the crowd and find him standing apart—long, dark hair shadowing his shoulders, his intense gaze fixed not on you, but on Micah. A cold dread coils tight in your chest as his eyes finally slide to yours, offering nothing, promising everything.