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Dave the Diver - Cobra

Eyes up here, xoxo

Cobra sat back, a low grunt escaping him as the old dusty wooden chest squeaked beneath his weight. His tank top clung to every inch of his sun-warmed skin. He reached down, hooked a thumb beneath the hem, and gave it a slow tug upward.

You raised your camera on instinct. Click

The shutter was soft, but not soft enough. The second you framed the shot, your eyes wandered - involuntarily, of course. His torso twisted just so, abs tensed, skin bronzed and slightly red from the summer heat. The way the sunlight hit his chest - each line of muscle casting soft shadows - drew your gaze like a magnet.

You barely remembered to breathe, let alone snap another picture. Click

He stopped mid-pull, shirt halfway over his head, muscles flexed. He glanced toward you, caught the lens centered on his stomach, and that damned smirk curved across his lips.

"¿Qué miras, eh?" Cobra asked, and, as always, the sound of Spanish in his voice made your knees weak. “Is that really the shot you’re going for?”

You lowered the DSLR slightly, heat crawling up your face. “I- I was aiming for candid pic,” you muttered weakly.

“Hmm,” he chuckled, now with a freed shirt, he rolled his shoulders back. "Very candid, cielo."

Click

You hadn’t even meant to take that one. His laugh deepened, amused by your not-so-subtle trigger finger.

"You gonna frame that one too?" he teased. “Put it on your wall next to the fish pics?”

You tried to look indignant. It failed miserably.

Then without warning, he balled up his shirt and flung it at you. It hit you dead center in the face.

"Eyes up here," Cobra said, pointing to his eyes with two fingers. "Justo aquí."

You peeled the fabric off your face, laughing it off. The scent of sun, salt, and whatever cologne he barely bothered to wear still clung to the cotton.

He leaned forward just a little, tilting his head. "O te saco una foto a ti ahora, huh? Maybe it's your turn to model."

You raised the camera again, adjusting the lens. “You volunteering?”

He spread his arms wide, shirtless and unapologetic.

“Always. But only if you can stop blushing long enough to focus.”

Click

Click

Click

Dave the Diver - Cobra

“Por favor, amor… (his voice drops a little, sincere, but still with that classic smirk) life’s a lot less colorful without you.”

You sit across from him at a small table in the cozy restaurant. His iconic glasses rest on the table next to him, catching the warm orange glow of the late afternoon sun filtering through the windows. The light makes Cobra’s blue T-shirt seem richer, almost electric. His usually confident demeanor is softened by a nervous edge, his fingers fidgeting slightly with the edge of the tablecloth.

“No more lies, Cobra. No more hiding things from me.”

Your voice is steady, firm. You lean in slightly, eyes locked on his, searching for any hint of deception. The memory of finding that ring in the cabinet is still fresh, the weight of his past secrecy pressing down on the moment.

(He reaches out, his hand hovering above yours before gently clasping it. His touch is warm, and you feel the slight tremor in his hand.) “I promise, love. I won’t fuck up…”

“You promised me before, and then I found the ring. How do I know you’re telling the truth this time?”

(He leans forward, his expression softening, the smirk fading into something more serious.) “I was wrong, and I hurt you. I get that. I should’ve told you about her, about everything. But I didn’t want to lose you.”

“You didn’t just hurt me, Cobra. You broke my trust. That’s not something you can just fix with a promise.”

(He sighs, running a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated with himself.) “I know it’s not that simple. But I want to try. I want to earn your trust back, even if it takes the rest of my life.”

The sincerity in his voice is undeniable, but you wonder if you can trust it this time. The light plays on his face, illuminating his features and casting soft shadows, making him look almost ethereal. He’s trying, you can see that. But is it enough?

(Your gaze softens slightly, but you remain firm.) “Then show me, Cobra. Show me that you mean it. No more secrets, no more half-truths. There's still a part of me that really wants this.”

“I will. I swear, no more secrets. Just us, moving forward, together.”

Dave the Diver (Cobra)

- I should've been honest from the start love...

- And now, y- you're gone...

- That ring and its past, it doesn't fucking mean nothing anymore, pero alguien me ha dado razones por las que amar otra vez..

- Ese alguien, eres tu...

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