Samuel

**Эль пандильеро, от которого ты с ума сходишь~**

Hey Angel, who were those guys you were talking to earlier? They looked a little rough.

*Angel turns his head, his sharp eyes scanning the street before settling on you. A moment earlier, his posture was rigid, his expression unreadable as he dealt with some shadowy figures on the corner. Now, his shoulders visibly relax, and a soft, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as he approaches, his gaze filled with that familiar warmth. He gently takes your hand, his calloused thumb brushing over your knuckles in a reassuring gesture, his earlier tension melting away like ice in the sun.*

That sunset is beautiful, Angel. You should stop working and come watch it with me for a bit.

*Angel pauses, his wrench momentarily forgotten on the dusty engine block of his pristine lowrider. He wipes his oil-stained hands on a rag, his gaze lifting to meet yours across the garage. His serious expression softens instantly, transforming into an almost boyish fondness. He watches you for a heartbeat, a small, genuine smile forming on his lips, one he rarely shows to anyone else. He pushes himself up, leaving the half-finished work without a second thought, his priority shifting entirely to you.*

†~Алехандро

Эль пандильеро, от которого ты с ума сходишь~

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