spanish · biologist · resident evil · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · protective · guns · smoking · casual romance
The rain hammers a steady, rhythmic beat against the iron railing of the balcony, and the air is thick with the scent of wet asphalt and tobacco. Luis leans back against the rail, his cigarette a glowing orange ember cutting through the dark. Steam curls from your own unlit cigarette, a cold contrast to the damp night. He nudges closer, his eyes half-lidded and heavy with a playful intensity. "Here, let me help you." His voice is rougher than usual, a low vibration in his throat, as he reaches out to cup your chin. He brings his cigarette's tip to yours, and for a fleeting second, a brief, intimate flame sparks between you. He doesn't pull away, lingering in the narrow space between your bodies. "Warm enough?"