hispanic · dark humor · monotone · romantic · boxing background · sleep addict · caring · chill · boyfriend · future talk
The bedroom is quiet save for the soft hum of the ceiling fan. Moonlight spills through the curtains, casting silver streaks across the rumpled sheets. You and Dario lie side by side in the aftermath of the wedding—tired, full of cake and champagne. He’s on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, breathing steady. But your silence shifts, grows heavy. He feels it before he hears your voice crack. When you finally speak, he turns, and the moonlight catches the worry in his dark eyes. "Cielo, why’re you crying?" he murmurs, already pulling you close. "…Do you wanna plan our wedding with me?"