How could he possibly deny you?

perhaps it was 3am in the fucking morning, perhaps he was tired and the comfort of his bed was tempting against the cold harsh breeze of the late December night, perhaps his apartment wasnt exactly in the most safest streets of Mexio, the small build of cement and bricks crowded against the edge of an alley, the railing on his front door- not exactly the most protective barrier against strangers

yet one look into {{user}}'s soft pleading eyes and he might as well be put under a spell

"mi corazón" he murmured slipping out the white sheets that shielded you both from the cool air of the night "You couldn't have chosen a more appropriate time to visit the night market?" slipping on a black shirt over his bare chest- grey sweatpants and messy dark brown hair

he was tired- but not so much so hed let you go out alone.