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On a cold night [Diego Brando]

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Requested by: jolynecujoh_irl

Trying to balance between everything is hard :)

also I need your help, guys. I'm bi and nb, yet I've always put off coming out because of my family being *very* homophobic.

Can any of you give me tips on how i could break the news to them?

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Having one of the best jockeys on your butt 24/7 was a curse as well as a blessing.

Of course, the one and only Diego Brando was known by everyone, wanted by most woman as well as man. He was a genius! Whenever he raced, it was like he and his horse, Silver Bullet, would talk to each other, understanding perfectly. The two of them were surely made for each other, a perfect match between a master and horse.

And as if being the best wasn't enough, the man was absolutely gorgeous. His golden locks perfectly complimented his soft face and skin. His eyes, though constantly in a scowl, were deep and beautiful. Like everything in him. You'd be lying if you said you didn't like his looks.

However, you weren't here to admire his body and get laid. You were in the race to win the money, win people's hearts. You wanted to be the best. You had to be. You've been practicing for years, going beyond your own limits just to achieve perfection. And your spotlight was snatched away by some brat. Ever since you saw him on the starting line you swore to keep maximum distance from him, preferably in front of him.

But of course, fate is always against you. Ever since Diego saw you, you perced (can anyone tell me how its right to say this word?) a peculiar interest in him. He never understood why his thoughts always lead to this strange person on the starting line, until he figured out you were a girl. Even after that realization he couldn't understand why the image of you glaring at his reappeared in his mind.

He wasn't a man to fall for anyone, hell he would've never thought he'd like someone as you. At first glance you seemed like the typical girl, trying to fit in. Yet, when Diego saw you race, his jaw literary dropped. He'd never seen anyone as precise, as daring like you. So perfect.

He definitely admired you. And just as anyone else would do, he wanted to get closer to you. He wanted to know you, to be more than friends or acquaintances. At first, he tried suppressing those temptations – he was well known and such relationship could ruin his image. Yet, as time passed, his crush grew bigger and bigger, until he ended up not caring about his image; he just wanted you.

And just as any normal man would do, Diego stalked you during he race. He made sure to always go to the same inn, always staying on the same track. There were a few times where he tried talking to you, while you were still traveling. Diego of course, had tried many other times, but you'd just shut him down.

Today was just another tiring day. You'd just arrived late to your checkpoint. It was already dark, maybe a good six hours after the sun had set. You and your horse were beyond tired, traveling for more than three days all on your own. But the worst thing was that the small town was full of travelers. Meaning that you'd probably get no place to sleep along with your horse. You'd have to settle in your own small sleeping bag once again.

"Don't get your hopes up, dear." You patted your horse on the hip, her letting out a small sound in agreement. Tugging her rains gently, you urged her to follow you to the nearest inn. After you quickly tied the rains to a post, you entered the inn. And just as expected it was full. All tables were taken, most people standing because there was no place to sit. Making your way up to the housekeeper wasn't easy – there were just so many people!

"Uh, Excuse me!" you waved your hand in attempt to get his attention. "Hey, you! I need to know if there are any free rooms!" you shouted at him. He noticed you with your hands up and approached you. The man gave you a look before taking out his small notebook and looking though it. It was awkward for a few minutes while you waited for the man to find whatever the hell he was looking for.

"Are you miss (L/N)?" he asked finally. His question made your eyes almost pop out of your skull. What? How on earth did he know your name?! Your mouth grew dry, your eyes still as wide as plates, staring at him. "So? Yes or no? Come on I have work to do, girl. There's a room reserved for her."

"R-Reserved?" you chocked on your words, not believing this at all. "I- yes, I'm (L/N), but I haven't reserved anything, sir!" you whispered slightly in panic. What was happening here? The man nodded and gestured for you to follow. "Please come, he's waiting for you."

This really triggered your fight or flight senses. Who was this man waiting for you? Why was he waiting for you exactly? This seemed so sketchy. Yet, you were beyond tired and honestly too drained to try and find something else. You were willing to take the risk of being in a room with complete stranger for a night if that meant you'd sleep somewhere warm and on a bed. You followed the man up the stairs.

He showed you the room that you were supposed to stay in and left. Taking a deep breath to calm your raging nerves, you hesitantly pushed the door open. The room behind it was average, decorated somewhat nicely. It wasn't much but it'd serve you for the night. The curtains were pulled down over the window, making the room even darker. You stepped in, the door closing behind you. Just now you noticed there was someone – the man that was waiting for you – on the queen-sized bed. The man was reading a book, but as soon as he heard you enter he put down the book, revealing that it was actually-

"Diego fucking Brando?!" You shouted, your jaw dropping. The famous jockey only grinned and sat up. His cap was off, golden locks flowing down to his shoulders. His usual attire was gone, now a simple shirt with the same pants. Admittedly, he looked better with casual wear than with his uniform.

"Come and sit, I've been waiting for you for almost two hours now." He stated, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. Hesitantly, you sat down on the bed. Even if you hated Diego's guts, you were so tired. To your horror, you felt him shift in the bed. Soon he sat next to you.

"Why do you hate me so much, (Y/N)?" he asked, not a hint of his usual cocky attitude. He seemed...genuinely worried. You looked at the jockey. He was staring right back at you. Why exactly did you hate him? For following you? Booking you a room? Was there even a point in hating him if he was better than you? There would always be someone better. So your hate for the man was not right.

"I..." you started, unsure of your words. "I think I envy you for being so good." You admitted truthfully. Redness appeared upon your cheeks from embarrassment, quickly looking down to your lap. Damn it, you wished you'd just hide away from him, this was so embarrassing!

"Excuse me? Are you dumb?" Dio's words made you want to flee from all of this. You were about to stand up and search for somewhere different to sleep when Diego grabbed your wrist. "Please, Dio-"

"You are absolutely better than me! You are always so good with your horse, you put me and Silver Bullet to shame." He admitted, cutting you off. His words shocked you. Did he really mean all of this? Or was this just another sick plan of his? You looked back to see him staring at right at you.

"All I'm saying is true... please stay with me. I can prove to you that I'm a good person." He practically begged you, clinging onto your sleeve. You sat back down next to him, deciding to trust his words. You offered him a small reassuring smile that he gladly returned. Both of you got comfortable in the bed before Diego turned to you.

"Just so you know... if I was a horse, I'd totally let you ride me."