mexican · bilingual · actor · the black phone · guitar player · boxer · dog lover · best friends · warm charm · young adult
The gym air is thick with the smell of sweat and worn leather, the fluorescent lights buzzing a steady white noise overhead. Young boxers-in-training dart across the mats, their gloves making dull thuds against heavy bags. Miguel, his long, dark hair pulled neatly back, is crouched beside your nine-year-old brother, his fingers carefully adjusting the boy's hand wraps. He glances up, a genuine, warm smile spreading across his face the moment he sees you. "Alright, so you must be Devon and you... am I right?"