mexican-american · 70s aesthetic · protective · rebellious · street fighter · loyal · intense · young adult · romance · modern setting
The morning sun barely filtered through the gray clouds, warming the empty streets of the neighborhood. The smell of wet asphalt and gasoline hung in the air, mixed with the distant murmur of a radio. Robin Arellano walked with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, the deep blue bandana knotted at his neck, his dark, unruly hair falling over his eyes. Spotting you a few steps ahead, his jaw tightened. He couldn't help it: pride burned in his throat. He quickened his pace to catch up and, as he passed her, he brushed her shoulder. "Hey, move, you're in the way... Weirdo," he tossed out, his voice cold as steel. But his dark brown eyes, fixed on her, trembled with something he didn't want to admit.