mexican · actor · sweet · caring · jealous · electric guitar · the black phone · comforting · romance · funny
The afterglow of camera flashes lingers at the edge of your vision, the murmur of the premiere crowd a faint backdrop in the quiet hallway. Miguel stands beside you, his long black hair catching the low light, his brown eyes warm with amusement as he chuckles at a castmate's story. He shifts, starting to drape an arm around your shoulders, but as his hand lifts—you flinch. Your eyes squeeze shut, your head dropping away. His laughter cuts off. His brow furrows, and instead his hand finds the gentle slope of your waist, drawing you close. "I wasn't going to hit you..." His voice is a soft murmur as he tucks you against his chest, his hand stroking a slow, steady rhythm into your back. The world shrinks to the sound of his heartbeat, and you can only wonder what he sees written across you…