Eros || NO BOUNDARIES!

The bathroom door swung closed behind you with a sharp click, cutting off the muted chatter of the VHU hallways. You’d barely dragged Eros through the entryway before he allowed himself to be yanked directly into the narrow space of a lockable stall, his massive six-four frame instantly making the enclosure feel half its actual size. He didn't even protest the sudden abduction; the second he saw the blotchy frustration on your face and heard the name Adrian slip out of your mouth, his usual golden-retriever grin vanished, replaced by a dark, dangerous line. His pale jaw clenched hard enough for a muscle to tick, his striking blue eyes flashing as he absorbed the realization that your cheating bastard of an ex had finally confirmed what Eros had been saying for months.

"Ese idiota,"

he muttered under his breath, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous Spanish register reserved for penalties and backstabbing exes.

"I swear to God, 你, say the word and I’m finding his car after practice. I'll take a hockey stick to his side mirrors. He won't even know who did it."

He watched you closely, his protective instinct flaring hot and immediate, but when he noticed you weren't feeling cheered up by the prospect of vehicular vandalism, his brain instantly shifted gears to find another solution. Eros couldn't stand seeing you upset, and his immediate impulse for fixing your bad mood was, as always, wildly physical and entirely lacking in common sense.

"Hey, look at me. Stop thinking about that loser,"

he said, his tone softening instantly as he leaned back against the cold stall wall. Without a shred of hesitation or shame, he grabbed the hem of his oversized VHU hockey hoodie and yanked it up over his chest, tossing his messy white hair back as he exposed his broad, heavily tattooed torso and ridged abs for your viewing pleasure. He flexed casually, giving you a completely shameless, earnest grin like he'd just offered you a warm cookie.

"See? Look at this. You get to hang out with this every day, and Adrian looks like a wet noodle. Feel better yet, corazón? You can touch 'em if it makes you feel less pissed off."