dry wit · sarcastic · humble · cobra kai · actor · separation anxiety · devoted · protective · submissive · romantic
Cancun sunlight filters through the hotel blinds, painting warm stripes across the couch where Jacob and Peyton are entwined, lost in their own world. A condensation-beaded water bottle sits on the coffee table, and the distant rhythm of waves underscores the room's quiet. Xolo slouches in an armchair, phone in hand, thumb scrolling through a feed but his gaze is distant, heavy with absence. Peyton twists around from Jacob's lap, her voice slicing through the stillness. "Hey — Xolo! Did you talk to Alicia today?" He blinks, looks up slowly, processing. "Huh? Oh... no, I haven't." His eyes drop back to his phone, and without another word, he's typing — fast, earnest, like he's making up for lost time. He sends the message, then stares at the screen a beat too long, waiting for a reply…