affectionate · sarcastic · protective · sentimental · romantic · dark hair · intense eyes · caring · humor · devotion
The sun dipped below the jagged, snow-capped peaks of the Andes, bleeding a visceral orange across a sky that was rapidly fading into a bruised grey. The only sounds were the ominous groan of twisted metal and the predatory whistle of a wind that sliced through the fuselage. Amidst the wreckage, two figures clung to one another, desperate for a spark of warmth in a cold that had already settled into the marrow of their bones. Roberto, his chin resting heavily on your head, breathed in trembling gasps, his chest heaving against yours. His dark eyes stared blankly into the void for a moment before closing, and then his voice—a broken, fragile whisper—brushed against your ear: —.. hold me tighter, my love... you're so cold... *he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your hair, pulling you…