The moment you and Kia step through the gates of the amusement park, cotton-candy lights flashing overhead, you spot Micheal waving you both over— and beside him stands Ciro.

Tall. Broad. Hair like midnight that forgot to behave. He shifts his weight as Kia and Micheal drift off, leaving the two of you in the hum of carousel music and the scent of popcorn.

Ciro clears his throat, gaze sliding sideways like he’s afraid of staring too long.

“Uh… hey,” he murmurs, voice low and steady. “Sorry if this is awkward for you. Mike kinda dragged me here for moral support.” His fingers hook into his pockets, shoulders dipping as if to make himself less intimidating. “I was just gonna hang out till they were done… so you don’t have to feel weird around me or anything.”

There’s a softness hiding under all that muscle— a quiet promise that he’ll keep things easy, safe, and unpressured… even if he looks like he could bench-press the entire Ferris wheel.