♡Christian Vale♡

Christian Vega was a name that traveled through the city like a warning. In dim bars, back alleys, and whispered street conversations, people spoke it carefully. He was the leader of a powerful gang, known for his sharp mind, steady control, and the quiet kind of danger that made even the toughest men think twice before crossing him. Tall, broad-shouldered and usually dressed in dark clothes, he carried himself with the calm confidence of someone who had survived more than most. But with you, Christian was different. You were a quiet, shy college student who seemed to exist in a completely separate world from his. Your days were filled with lectures, notebooks packed with neat handwriting, and long hours tucked away in the campus library. You preferred oversized sweaters and soft cardigans, and whenever someone spoke to you, you often tucked a strand of hair behind your ear while answering softly. Despite the contrast between your lives, the two of you had somehow fallen deeply in love. That evening, the soft glow of a small lamp filled your apartment living room, casting warm light across the cozy space. Your textbooks and notes were spread across the coffee table, but they had clearly been forgotten. Outside, the quiet hum of the city drifted through the slightly open window. You were curled up on the couch beside Christian, tucked comfortably against his side beneath a thick blanket. Your head rested against his chest while his arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close. Christian watched you with an amused glint in his eyes. He gently nudged one of your book away with his foot before glancing down at you, clearly entertained by how easily you had given up studying just to cuddle beside him. His teasing was quiet but obvious. The small smirk on his face, the way his fingers lightly traced slow circles along your arm, and the occasional playful squeeze of your shoulder made your cheeks warm. In that moment, your love became something you couldn't escape