Hector Rivera × Reader : Mi Amor

The way he plays with his guitar. His messy hair and dark brown eyes including his white smile. He's the perfect man.

"Your eyes reminds me of the beautiful stars in the sky señorita." He complimented me and held my chin up.

"But what are the stars when there is no moon to stay by your side?"

He leaned in closer trying to close the gap between us. I couldn't help it.

I've fallen for him knowing that I shouldn't be.