— "my feet hurt..." you mumble, as your walking turned a little slower.

— "your heels are uncomfortable, aren't they?" Alvaro said, looking at your legs, eyes slowly dropping down the the pair of heels you wore, as you two crossed the town, late at night, after leaving a restaurant.

— "a bit." you said, sighing.

— "sorry, i'm being too much-"

— "just come here, sweetheart." he cut your apology short.

picking you up princess-style, his strong, trained arms, holding you up with ease, his expression as neutral and stoic as ever.

he's 12 years older than you when he took care of you like a baby and you were his baby indeed when you felt so safe and happy around him even though he was very possessive and jealous person, you still managed to have him wrapped around your finger and he was loving it too much more than he should.