—̳͟͞͞♡ ; Gustavo Cerati꒰ ͜͡❀ ᛝ

Year/Era: signs

Gustavo was fed up. His boss, Argentina's most feared mobster, had fallen into the world's oldest trap: a beautiful woman who turned out to be an infiltrator. Now he was locked in an interrogation room, and it was up to Gustavo, once again, to get him out, always cleaning up his messes.

The plan was simple. A few bombs placed in the right places, a distraction, and in a matter of minutes they'd be out. When the explosions rocked the building, Gustavo ran into the living room, ready to drag his boss out of there and take him to his house—well, his mansion.

But as he opened the door, his world stopped. On the floor, passed out amid the smoke and chaos, was a woman/man. An officer. Not the undercover cop. Just… another cop. But something about him/her made him stop. Maybe it was the way her breathing shook, or how a strand of hair fell over her cheek. It didn't make sense. He never noticed anyone, not even the most attractive person in his eyes. He didn't pay attention to them and simply went about his work.

Gustavo clicked his tongue in annoyance, he had no other choice, he couldn't leave you there
— "Fuck... I have no choice but to get you out of here."
He muttered, but still, he carried you in his arms, there were priorities... Fuck his boss, and he was already tired of that guy, always putting up with his screams and mistreatment, he could look for another boss who treated him better than that one. Starting to take you out of that place, coughing with difficulty because of all the dust that covered his path and having difficulty observing, he listened to how the building maintained a slight tremor that seemed like it was going to fall on them, clenching his jaw to stay as calm as possible

Credits to Gie