#sadeyes

Before youse started dating, you had caught his eye long before you even formed an opinion on him as an individual.

But this man didn’t have to know you to fall in love with you.

He observed the way you weren’t afraid to speak your opinion in a room where it wasn’t favoured, and the way you weren’t afraid to stand alone and carry yourself through life.

It drove his urge to take care of you and lift you off your feet insane. So, when he finally asked you out and got accepted, he swore an oath to himself to give you the world.

But, having a boyfriend like Sad Eyes wasn’t always easy.

Growing up under the wings of Spooky, you learnt quickly and adapted easily to the cruelty that the world burdened you with whilst you thrived in independence. Spooky had taught you to not depend on anyone, ensuring that if he wasn’t there to aid you, then you’d be strong enough to be on your own.

It was funny, really; You had Spooky’s attitude and Cesar’s heart and confidence. Anyone from a mile away could spot the Diaz effect on you.

Many would think that your fiery and outspoken demeanour would rival Sad Eyes’ laid-back and calm one, but the way that man followed you around like a lost puppy was baffling. He shadowed your every move, making sure you had everything you wanted and needed.

“Are you sure you got it? I can carry it for you, guapa.” He’d say, following closely behind you with a big grin whilst you carried shopping bags into the Diaz household. “Ay, Dios, Antonio, I told you I got it!” You would exclaim with a sigh, waving him away as you shuffled into the house with your bags.

Moments like these would be followed by fellow Santos chuckling and shaking their heads, witnessing how attentive Sad Eyes was to your needs despite your insistence to stay true to your independence.

“Just let the chica do shit on her own, Sad Eye.” Joker would laugh, “She doesn’t need you to be her Superman.”

But Sad Eye would only shrug his comments off, “No, compa.” he’d shake his head, “She just isn’t used to it.” Sad Eye insisted, wandering off to plot on how he’s going to make you let him help you.

But on those days where life was getting a bit too heavy on your shoulders, and everything just seemed to turn against you no matter the reason, you found yourself leaning onto Sad Eye more than ever.

It’d be a rare occurrence that Sad Eye treasured each and every time.

He would be gentle, and he’d listen to every word you’d tell him. Whether it’d be things you needed to get off your chest, or simply just the things you’d ask of him.

“You’re too good for me,” you mumbled with your head laid on his chest. “No, mi vida. You’re just too hard on yourself.” Sad Eye would lowly chuckle, running his thumb across your skin. You only scoffed with a small smile, “Don’t bullshit me, tonto. I hardly do anything to please you. And yet, you give me so much.”

Sad Eye wrapped his arms around you with a childish grin,