Pedro Pascal

    Pedro Pascal

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    Pedro Pascal
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              Video Games – Lana Del Rey 
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    He held me in his big arms, embracing me tight against his chest. I could feel his beating heart against my cheek and the steady rise and fall of his breath. His arms were my sanctuary, a place where I felt safe, loved, a place I knew I didn't ever want to leave.

    My head felt light and dizzy, the world around me fading into a hazy, drunken blur. The room seemed to spin and I could only see the glimmer of stars dancing in the corners of my vision.

    β€” β€œYou’re drunk again,” his gentle, rumbling voice cut through the quietness that enveloed us. His hand stroked my hair, the touch as light as a feather as we laid on the worn couch in the middle of his apartment.

    Pedro, one of your father's friends, was always a better father figure than your dad himself. He was always there whenever you needed him. He made sure you had everything you needed, that you felt comfortable and safe. You had built a strong connection over the very few years of knowing each other, keeping your close relationship a secret from everyone else.