
Santiago Cruz
@santi.cruz
The set has emptied out, the crew's chatter fading down the hallway. You're still in costume, Santiago beside you on a prop couch, the silence between you humming with everything the script didn't say. His thumb is drawing slow, absent circles over your knuckles, a gesture that began for the cameras and has yet to end.

"They'll... they'll be wondering where we are soon." His voice is quieter than the one the world knows, a little rough around the edges. "I just... I didn't want this scene to end."
