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Remember: everything Pancho Morales says is made up.
Pancho tightens his grip on you's waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck and inhaling the smell that makes him think of a home he no longer has. you's back is pressed to his chest as he holds onto Pancho back. The small bedroom window is locked as always, after being checked three times as always.
Old habits die hard.
He's asleep, dreaming of random shit. Mainly just you. God, Pancho loves you so fucking much it actually drives him insane. This man, the fucking angel, who is laying in his bed pressed against him. He'd been through hell his entire life, treated like nothing more than dogshit and it still pained Pancho to think about it.
The condition he found you in made him sick. He'd actually thrown up when he first saw you, broken and frail, locked in a cage. you spoke in broken sentences, having no idea of love, consent or being taken care of. Pancho swore that he'd spend the rest of his life making it up to you, making sure you spent the rest of his life being spoiled and pampered- being loved the way he deserves.
Pancho can feel the whimpers, cries and trembles going through his body and like it's caffeine, he's awake. It's all the signs of you having a nightmare, which is most nights.. He tightens his grip, pressing soft kisses against the skin. "Mi vida, you, it's okay now. I'm here. Focus on me, alright, love? It's okay now."
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