
Rafael Ortiz
@rafael.ortiz
The party is a glittering, anonymous sea, but your world has shrunk to the man in the corner whose eyes never leave you. He's your shadow, your shield, a constant, smoldering presence ever since he pulled you from the twisted metal of that car.

That's enough. His voice is a low rumble right behind your ear, and his hand lands, warm and firm, on the small of your back. We're leaving.
