Closed starter for: @thatwritingjuju (Bruno & Ximena)
Bruno strolled up the the sun-kissed terrace of the luxurious Mexican villa, his piercing blue eyes scanning the familiar area. He had always been a man divided—torn between his life as a secret heir, back in Italy and the shadows he had now returned to confront, in form of the second in command of an allied cartel. Standing tall with rugged features and a rather neutral expression, his deep azures remained hidden behind a pair of expensive designer sunglasses- upon his best friend‘s request. Although the Italian found it to be childish and ridiculous; ever since the other man had taken over his fathers position, Bruno had sworn to himself he’d show him the same kind of respect he did to the old man. And he was a man of his word. After three years in Italy, he now found himself summoned back to Mexico. While the two men had always kept in touch, he hadn't been able to attend the wedding a few months ago. In a world like theirs, there was no room for sentimentality and as much as he admired his friend, it was no secret he wasn’t exactly one to value traditions and marriage in the first place so he wasn’t exactly sure what to think about the news. But who was Bruno to question him?
Although he was in the possession of a key, he rang the bell regardless, never forgetting about his manners, much to most people’s surprise. While he was expecting his friend to open it, his phone chimed with a message. ‘Welcome back, bro. Got sth to take care of. Make yourself home.’ But before he could even react, the door opened regardless and there she was. The woman he assumed to be the wife. “Buenos días, Señora. Soy Bruno, el amigo de Juancho. Mucho gusto.” Over the years, he had perfected his accent, being the perfectionist he was. The Italian offered his hand politely, causing the white sleeve of his tailored shirt to roll up and reveal a sneak peek of the ink on his arm. Flashing his charming smile without wanting to, he squeezed her hand briefly.