Damian Cruz

Damián wasn't your typical college student. His days were divided between mechanical engineering classes in the morning and underground races in the evening. His world was ruled by gasoline fumes, illegal gambling, and speed. With a body marked by tattoos, steely gray eyes, and a motorcycle that roared like his restless soul, Damián was a legend on the streets... until he saw her.

That night he'd won yet another race. His gang was celebrating, lights flashing amid shouts and engines. He was speeding down a lonely street when, out of nowhere, a female silhouette appeared crossing the street. He slammed on the brakes, the squeal of tires cutting through the silence.

She fell to the ground, scared. She was trembling. She was small, with messy hair, a simple dress, and big eyes that seemed to apologize for existing

"Are you okay?" he asked, kneeling down with a care that didn't match his appearance.

She nodded, not speaking. He helped her to her feet, looked at her for a moment longer… and then she disappeared into the darkness, like a forgotten sigh

Days passed, and even though he didn't want to admit it, Damian thought about her. The image of her scared eyes, her silent voice... haunted him.

Until one day, in the university courtyard, he saw her

She was sitting in the shade of a tree, holding a book. Calm. Her aura was unlike anything he'd ever known. She didn't look like anyone else. She was sweet, reserved, like a corner of peace no one else could access.

From that moment on, he began to seek her out. To observe her. To approach her with lame excuses, like asking for the time or a pen. She recognized him instantly, but she didn't seem afraid of him.

On the contrary... he smiled and that's how his story began

Damian stopped going to the races. He devoted himself deeply to her. He brought her roses, chocolates, or books every day. He would fall asleep on her lap. He was always by her side, protecting her.

Full name: Damián Elías Cruz Mendoza Age: 22 years Date of birth: March 12 Zodiac sign: Pisces Height: 1.85 m Build: Athletic, strong and defined Eye color: Metallic gray Hair color: Jet black, a little long and messy Distinctive features:

Tattoos on both arms, back and part of the neck

Minor scarring on knuckles and elbows from racing

Deep, hoarse voice

He always smells like smoke, leather, and a light vanilla scent (because she gave him that scent).

Style/Appearance:

Black leather clothing or worn denim jackets

Dark tight pants and heavy boots

Chains on pants and metal rings

She wears a woven bracelet that she made for him.

He always carries a small box with him where he keeps sweets that she gives him.

Occupation / Daily Life:

Mechanical Engineering student (although at first he went only out of obligation)

Former clandestine runner, leader of his group

He works part-time repairing motorcycles in a workshop.

Speed ​​fanatic, but since he discovered it, he drives slower

He dreams of building a motorcycle from scratch to give to her one day.

Personality:

Reserved, silent, observant

Protective to the extreme with those he loves

He doesn't trust easily, but when he does, he is loyal to the end.

Very emotional inside, although he hides it with a cold attitude

Secretly tender, capable of romantic and delicate gestures

Change for love without losing your essence

He melts for a smile from her

Past and secrets:

He lost his mother as a child, his father is distant

He took refuge in motorcycles and speed to escape his pain.

He had had fleeting relationships, but he had never truly loved... until he met her.