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Men like Daniel Adler were one too many worldwide. But the thing is, Daniel Adler seemed to have built a one of a kind persona — a man like him carried the world so effortlessly, it felt natural for him. He didn’t need to do anything in order to be the lightning beacon that he was. And it seemed like he was slowly fitting in effortlessly with Cece; something that was tearing her apart in between enjoyment and fear of it. “Gonna need more than one cleanse, though,” hummed the young brunette who tapped on her chin in thought. “If it comes to it, might need days in order to be cleansed. Weeks. Months. You’re gonna need quite the patience for someone like me.”

When I win — the words vibrated in her very bones, chilling her in ways this frost could not. Oh, Cece knew that this trip would be a spectacular one; in more ways than one. “As I said, Adler, I don’t go down easily,” replied Salazar whose lips tugged upwards into a half-smile. “At the very least, I’m gonna make you sweat for that victory. Or loss.”

Her teasing remarks seemed to have an affect on the young Adler when his unblinking gaze settled on her and his expression morphed into one of vile, suppressed thoughts. “Ah,” that half-smile only seemed to grow, like a little devil finally tipping over the scale, “so you’re giving it a thought. Good, that’s good. At the very least, it can be some motivation for you to win, or to lose. Whichever works best in my favor.” She was ruthless, she knew. But she had to get a grasp of herself if she wanted to survive this trip with Danny Adler around her. Good thing that they wouldn’t share a bedroom, at least, or else the game would make an eventful turn in his favor.

The young artist attempted not to go down this path of hope, but it was so tempting. All due to Danny’s suggestion of bringing in her siblings who’d love to have a scenery in white, Cece imagined the way little Sebastian and Victor would fight in the snow, throwing snowballs at one another while Elisa would remain by her side with the request of making angels in the snow. Out of the three children, Elisa was the one who looked up at Cece the most. “They’ll like it here,” was all she could muster, before the hope would turn sour on her tongue. After what happened, Constantine and Maria Salazar had made it explicitly clear they did not want Cecilia alone around Sebastian, Victor and Elisa. A decision she knew with a heavy heart to be true.

“I honestly thought it would be more,” admitted the young Salazar whose amusement only grew when Danny’s hearty laugh filled her ears; a laugh she wanted to record on her phone and create a ringtone out of. “I think… Oh, yeah, I’ve read somewhere about the park ranger ruining a good party. Looks like some party-goers were unhappy.” But the idea of a low key gathering did sound enticing. That’s what Cece needed for her soul; something that wasn’t loud and earth-shattering. Something small, small enough to give her time around Danny without too many gathering around him. Daniel Adler knew everyone, and she hoped among them were not people that knew her in particular.

Speechless. Complete and utter speechless. It never occurred to someone like her to be speechless; Cecilia Salazar always had something to say. But the mountain view, the lodge within distance that looked as if it came out of a painting, the cold weather only enhancing the breath-taking view. It was something magical, and no photo taken by lens, no ink along paper could capture it perfectly. Cece did not realize that she was holding onto Danny more.

“Wow, that… that looks like it just came out of a book,” said the young brunette, eyes drifting towards the older male whose warmth seemed to snuggle with her own through layers of winter attire. “If I had a lodge among this nature, trust that I will spend every winter here.” It wasn’t a lie; Cece would gladly spend it within the mountains, with an added bonus of Daniel Adler with her. “Also looks like someone arrived,” she nodded towards the lights already giving life to the lodge. “I thought the keys would be with you. Is there someone else with a spare pair?”

"It needs it," he repeated her words with a slow nod of his head. "Just so happens I'm a saint who specializes in cleansing dark souls. You leave it to me, Cece — I'll cleanse the ever-lovin' devil right outta you." He gave a click of his tongue and a wink of his eye, as if he was the most charismatic car salesman alive, selling a hot piece of tin trash on wheels. As clear as the blue skies on a summer's day, Danny was obviously enjoying the way the younger brunette seemed to be able to match his energy, and then some. Unlike the women he was normally surrounded with, Cecilia Salazar was already much more engaging then what he was used to being matched against. Her quick wit was refreshing, her twisted sense of humor was divine, and there was this certain air of mystery enveloping her that he had a wicked urge to sift through.

It wasn't until all six foot and a couple inches of him were towering over her, did Danny realize just how much of a height difference there was between them. He also couldn't betray the amusement in thinking how easy it would be for him to just scoop her up in his arms, like nothing.

A dark eyebrow quirked as a pensive hum vibrated against the back of his throat, choosing his next words cautiously. "I wouldn't say that's all I'm after. If you're gonna hang out with me all night, that's the real prize. The wishes will just be a big ol' bonus ... when I win." And just as if it had never left, the infamous smirk returned to his features, masking the dizzy effect she had on him. The weekend had barely even started and, already, Danny could tell he was going to be in trouble with her around.

As Cece mentioned, again, the shirt he was depriving her of, it was then that Danny straightened up once more. Tilting his head a little to one side as he peered down at the brunette, he took a moment as if envisioning her in one of his shirts. A tactic to further tease her, which also backfired on himself as he caught his lower lip between his teeth, a means of distraction from the carnal thoughts that threatened to flood his mind. "Alright, the more you talk about it, the more I can definitely picture you in one of my shirts. And if you really want one ... don't think I'd be able to say no to you." While he enjoyed the relentless banter being tossed back and forth, it was almost terrifying how easily swept up he was getting in everything about Cece, and it left him wondering if he truly ever could say no to her.

With the assurance of keeping her close, the adrenaline junkie certainly wouldn't decline giving her another ride, if ever requested. Her cutely veiled threat to hold him true to his promise just got a chuckle out of Danny.

Without verbally admitting to it, he hoped that she would.

His ears perked up slightly at the mention of her family, small smirk tugging up the corners of his mouth hidden away behind the visor of his helmet. It left him feeling curious, wondering how contrasted or comparable the Salazar household had been to his own. The thought of having a handful of siblings always sounded like it'd be fun, to Danny. He'd grown up as an only child, and while he'd nurtured connections that resembled a sibling-like bond, it wasn't exactly the same; he was still missing out on that specific tether that only siblings could share.

At the minimum, that was all he could assume.

"Oh yeah? Well, if you end up still liking it up here, after being stuck with me all weekend, maybe ... maybe you could bring them around sometime." Quickly following up the offer with an effortless shrug of one shoulder, the mechanic attempted to pass it off as nonchalant as possible, without looking any further into it. It had come out faster than his brain could process the possibility of it being too forward, a little too soon. However, he couldn't be blamed for the hopeful feeling that this weekend was going to be one for the books, and, with the way her arms tightened around his torso just enough to send a small shiver down his spine, this wouldn't be the last he'd see of Cecilia Salazar.

"Fifty?" A hearty laugh soon erupted from the older blond, giving a shake of his head at the numbers she tossed out there. "Nah, we rarely go that hard up here. This is more of an escape for us from all the crowds and shit — we keep it lowkey." He hummed in thought for a moment, almost in sync with the motor his bike, before finally answering her. "I wanna say closer to ten. Maybe a little less, depending on who all decides to show up." And whoever Rob decided to slip a sneaky invite. Leave it to his younger cousin to spice up a perfectly relaxed getaway. "Why, were you hoping for a banger party? We've tried it a couple times, but the park rangers around here tend to frown on all the traffic."

While the view of the mountain at the cable car station was certainly in its rights of being absolutely breathtaking, Danny knew of another spot. A little more elevated, heavily wooded with a small opening — it had an even better view of the layout, if one could imagine to be possible. Thickly treaded tires sent snow spraying behind them as Danny carefully maneuvered the bike around trees and shrubbery, until slowly coming to a stop on the segregated hill he'd visit often to unscramble his troubled mind.

"See that?" He leaned back a little, head turning more toward Cece before outstretching an arm to point at a specific area of the mountain, in the distance. The Adler Estate, miles away atop Blackwood Mountain, was warmly lit up against the otherwise dreary cold of winter, evidence of someone already making themselves at home in the main lodge. "That's where the magic happens."

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It was amusing to imagine Daniel Adler, a man with a love to get his hands dirty upon working on a vehicle, a saint. It made Cece cross her arms across her chest and lean on her hip, one corner of her lip curling into an amused half-smile. “If you’re a Saint, Danny, then I might have to come often during this trip for some cleansing of my,” she copied his cross movements, “very, very dark soul. It needs it.” It wasn’t a lie — Cecilia Salazar was a woman with secrets that often ruined lives; just because she was intoxicated most of the time did not mean that she was a good drunk. She was quite the opposite of that, which worked in her favor at first; nobody messed with her and her family. But it all came with a cost.

It was like he was doing all of this purposefully to get close to her. Not that it did not work, of course, but Cece hoped that at least she would give some sort of challenge, something to slow down the process of how much she already liked this interaction with Daniel. While it was true that they hit off well instantly from the moment they met, Salazar stored bad memories in that storage called memories — memories full of males that gave her the absolute ‘bad boy’ aesthetic, males that enjoyed a little bit of adrenaline, males that at the end hurt her. Daniel wasn’t helping her case at all with the way he eyed her up and down, undoubtedly already imagining her walking around the lodge in only a pair of bikini, and leaning down, tall frame almost enveloping her.

‘This man will give amazing hugs,’ were her first thoughts, thoughts which did not remain as innocent the more Daniel kept leaning over her and lowering his voice like it was meant for her and her only. It made something in Cecilia flutter. She kept the tough act up, however, for she was not going to back down now and offer Adler material to tease her with. But he was indeed crawling underneath her skin already. “Ah, you’re doing it for the wishes,” she nodded slowly, “well, Mr. Adler, if you play your cards right and you, let’s say, win — promise it’ll be worth it.” A shameless flirt. A last minute-thought comeback in the hopes she won’t be the only flustered one, though she might be if Danny kept towering over her. God, why was he so freaking tall?

Cecilia released quite the dramatic sigh before one hand pushed away a strand of brown lock that fell over her hazel orbs. “Well, there goes my chance for stealing myself a souvenir,” replied the brunette. “But, say, don’t guys like that? Girls in their shirts? Though, I have to admit that your shirt will most likely be a mini dress for me.”

“I’m gonna hold onto you about that free ride, Adler,” warned the young brunette with a finger waving towards him, before her adrenaline-loving heart sped up as Daniel hopped on the bike in a helmet that looked way more worn than her own. Wrapping her arms around his torso to hold onto, Cecilia took in the details of his helmet first before her mind processed the rest — of the firm muscles hidden underneath layers of clothing, of the fact that she was impossibly close and pressed against the older male’s back. Good thing she had a helmet on, for her hazel orbs could not focus on anything except his back.

To the point she almost did not hear him when he turned around to glance her way.

“Hm? Oh, I’m good. I’m fantastic!” nodded enthusiastically the young woman before forcing her head to shift towards the change of landscape — from the cable car station to the white-covered trees and ground. Most people would pull out their phones in order to take pictures and store them in their gallery for memory-purposes ( or to post them online ) but Cece never had that urge to reach for her device for such purposes. No, she took it all in with the intentions of re-creating it all on paper. “I don’t understand how people look at this gorgeous view and still choose summer,” commented Salazar. “If I had the chance, I’ll stay right here. I know that… my little sister hates the cold but my two brothers would love this.” Elisa, Victor and Sebastian were the only topic of her past she was willing to throw out there. Cece missed them, like she would miss a limb if amputated. Last she heard, those children were the top of their classes despite Victor showing signs of rebellion already. At least one family member resembled her in some way.

Clearing her throat, she subconsciously tightened her hold over Daniel’s torso as the thoughts of her siblings felt like a jab in her heart. “I never got to ask,” she changed the subject quickly, “how many people are we talking, in the lodge? Ten, twenty — fifty people?”

"Naughty ideas— me? I'm a saint, actually. Saint Dan," and the way he delivered that lie in such a matter of fact tone, anyone who truly didn't know a thing about Daniel Adler might have believed it. Though he noted the way her eyes drifted down to his mouth, which would normally be a green light for him to further test the waters, Danny latched onto the strength to continue on with his pristine charade. His index and middle finger lazily traced a cross, from head to chest, then shoulder to shoulder, before his hands pressed together in front of him in a prayer stance. "Don't worry, sinner, there's holy water to douse you with back at the lodge. I'll save you," he spoke with that same mischievous glint to his eye once again.

Cecilia's confidence in beating him at his own game had the blond eyeing her up, admirably — perhaps even a little hungrily — clearly enjoying the challenge she presented. "Well, one thing you need to know about me is when I want something, I don't stop 'til I get it," he proclaimed, tall frame leaning in closer to her to lower his voice before he continued. "And if you think I'm gonna go down easy, after you just said you'll be my personal genie? You're dead wrong." Unless he somehow turned out to be susceptible to her addictive charm while under the influence. It definitely didn't seem impossible, considering how agonizingly obvious it was that he was already growing a bit attached.

Another chuckle vibrated against the back of his throat at her theatrics, though icy blues never strayed from her hazel hues. "I'm not gonna be that nice, don't be givin' me a complex. Besides, why would I give you clothes? Totally defeats the purpose of you walking around in a bikini." Index finger lifted to tap against his temple, as if indicating it took a lot of big brain energy to come up with that sneaky conclusion, before he quickly added: "You'll be too hot anyway. From the fire." Danny might have been pressing his luck, but teasing her was impossible to avoid; it came so easily between the two of them and kept things interesting. If he could spend the whole weekend just tossing a good back and forth with Cece, in their own little world separate from the rest of the gang, he would've been completely fine with that.

The playful shove caught him off guard, which resulted in the taller blond taking a step back to catch himself, all the while displaying a lopsided smile in her direction. "Oh, am I gettin' you all hot and bothered under there? My bad," he flashed her a wink of his eye in return, his demeanor still nonchalant and confident, but the thought of her lithe frame pressed up against him, her arms wrapped tightly around his torso, it had Danny eager to hop on that bike and take a spin around the mountain he knew like the back of his hand for hours. "I already told ya, scout's honor — it'll be the best ride of your life. Guaranteed, or I'll give you another one, free of charge." Just another sly excuse and selfish reason for him to keep her close.

There was no denying the brunette had a magical way of keep the racer's attention on her, as he watched every move she made. She managed to put a smirk back on his face as her arm first brushed against him, and then it widened a bit as he watched her hop on the bike, completely in her own daydream state. Giving a shake of his head, Danny turned back to the car, popping the trunk to reveal another helmet, obviously not as cared for as the one he'd given Cece. An obviously well-worn ( and well-loved ) back up for any type of scenario like the one playing out now. Grabbing it, he pulled it over his head and then shut the car trunk before joining Cece on the bike.

"You ready?" he called back to her, fiddling with a couple controls on the bike before stomping down on the kicker. With both hands gripping their respective handlebars, Danny turned his head to the side, looking back at Cece for a final time. "Hold on tight, Salazar. Don't wanna lose ya." With that said, he carefully guided them out of the small parking zone and onto the familiar trail he'd blazed down countless times before, fully intending to give her a good show of the surrounding areas he'd claimed as secret hideaways from the rest of the world. "You still good back there?"

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“Well, they do say creativity often ties with naughty ideas,” hummed the young female, whose hazel orbs trailed towards the muscle peeking out to salivate over his lower lip. She did it on purpose, because who was Cecilia Salazar if she didn’t tease someone? Though she knew this one contained more danger than anything else. But she couldn’t help it when Daniel Adler was a great challenge. Not that her own parents thought of her otherwise; Cece had become a troublemaker since a young age, resulting in countless conversations within the same conclusion — actions have consequences.

Consequences she knew well.

Her head tilted left and right in contemplation, as if the answer hadn’t formed in her pesky little mind already. “One thing you need to know about me is that I won’t challenge unless I’m positive I’ll win,” she hummed. “And I have zero intentions in losing.” That was a lie. Cecilia had her fair share of losing games and challenges which she initiated and yet here she was, as if she didn’t learn her lesson. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she needed a few more lessons. Maybe she’d never learn at all and she’ll keep burning in the fire with the hope one day she’ll grow immune to it.

“What a sweet man I’ve met,” gasped Cece upon crossing her arms over her chest and keeping her hues connected with his. Cecilia was way too stubborn to look away first. “He’ll keep the fire up for me! Wow, next thing I know, you’ll even have mercy on me and give me one of your shirts to cover myself up with.” The brunette knew she was being unfair; offer a bone to a man and he’ll want the whole hand. It wasn’t like she had no idea how the male species worked.

‘I’ll be gentle’ accompanied with a small smirk sent Cece’s mind into overdrive. Not only did she know how the male species operated — Danny knew how the female did and it only made things more difficult. Gods, she hoped this trip wouldn’t end up hurting her; her heart was already beaten and rotten, it didn’t need Daniel Adler to step on it furthermore. Yet it was a heart, right? It wants what it wants even if it meant the path would end in pain.

With a playful roll of her eyes, she shoved Danny away and turned around to look at herself through one of the car’s windows. “Giving me all these compliments will surely make me blush underneath the helmet, Adler,” Cece mused, and glanced over her shoulder towards him just as one hand lifted up the small glass shield over the eyes. She gave him a wink. “I’ll hold onto you the whole ride. Tightly. So I expect a good one.”

With that, she moved past the Adler once more, this time purposefully brushing her arm against his, approached the bike and hopped on. At first, right over the leather seat in order to grab onto the handlebars and pretend she was the driver about to take this baby for a ride. It was a good dream, but Cecilia knew it would remain just that; a dream. She didn’t trust herself driving a lot, even with her car. Then, once the little fantasy in her head was over, she scooted backwards to give room for Daniel.

While it could arguably be the loneliest way for a family to function, the perks of having a couple workaholics for parents were also endless. One being that the blond had almost complete freedom to do whatever the hell he wanted growing up during childhood and through his adolescent years. The Adler residence, which basically resembled a mansion, was empty more times than not, and so it turned into the central party hotspot for all his friends, mutuals, and whoever else was brought along. As in most cases with young people, raging hormones, and high adrenaline, there were always outbreaks of fights, messy hook ups, and the occasional visit from the cops tailing a lead on drugs being on the premises ( probably all thanks to Rob's big mouth ). Add that in with his addiction to the road behind the wheel of a fast car, and Daniel Adler slowly became a household name in the rumor mill for all the wrong reasons. He was just hopeful that, if any of that dirty laundry was aired out during this trip, it wouldn't change the way Cecilia looked at him with those dreamy hazel hues.

Tip of his tongue poked out to swipe over his lower lip before his lips were pressing together in order to hide the amusement that most likely was written across his face. "Y'know, she says the same thing. She also says I'm trouble, but I think that's a bit of a stretch. I just like to think I'm creative." At the mention of his priceless vehicles again, Danny peered down at the bike, a small smile curving his lips as blue hues followed her fingers. "Good. You should," he started, calloused hand lifting to rest over one of the handlebars. "I don't take just anyone out on this beaut." But Cece was different. Despite having just met not long ago, she wasn't just anyone to him.

The challenge in her tone caused one of his dark eyebrows to raise, intrigued by the sudden gamble being laid out on the table. "Careful, Salazar. Almost sounds like you want me to drink you under the table." Of course, he had no idea of her past, what insanely fucked up scenarios she could have gotten herself into, but then again, he was in the same boat. The amount of liquor Danny had drowned himself in over the years, he should have been on his fifth liver by now.

The image immediately burned into his mind of Cecilia strutting around the lodge in nothing but a bikini all weekend, which had his breath catch in his throat. To cover it up though, he laughed it off, head tilting back as the warmth from his breath mingled with the chilled air in a misty cloud. "Aw, c'mon — you can't steal my wish away like that," he spoke through a chuckle, blue hues lowering to catch her gaze with his own. "Worried you'd be too cold? I'd keep you warm," he teased, smirk returning to his features, "with the fireplace. Y'know I'd keep it nice and toasty for ya."

If she had just been another one of the many girls Robert had brought up to the lodge, countless times before, Danny probably would've taken this to be a fun weekend and nothing more — no strings attached. He found himself hoping, though, that this fire burning between the two of them wasn't something so short term; he wanted something more. What exactly? That was undetermined as this was new territory he was navigating; it wasn't the typical one time hook up, that much he could feel in his bones.

Her next comment had Danny rolling his tongue along the inside of his cheek in an attempt to lessen the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, gaze dropping to his feet. Get your head outta the fucking gutter, man. "Only the best for you, Cece, swear. It'll be the ride to top all rides," he assured her as she went to leave her bag in his car. While she did that, he took the time to properly wipe down the bike of all snow, gently rubbing the sleeve of his jacket over the headlight. Blue hues lifted to settle on the brunette again at her question, tall frame sauntering over to car. Once he caught sight of the helmet in her hands, Danny gave a gentle nod of his head.

"Yeah, know a guy through the shop who makes custom shit like this. Has a real talent for it, he's actually got his own line of motocross gear." Admiring the work in her hands, the skull decal on the back always having been a favorite of his, Danny then peered down at Cece. "Here. Try it on," he plucked the helmet from her hands, much daintier than his own, and moved around to stand directly in front of her. "I'll be gentle," he murmured with a small smirk as he carefully lowered the helmet over her head. Once it was properly in place, Danny lowered his hands and leaned back to get a good look at her, lips pressing into a smile as he gave a shake of his head. "Well, fuck. I think you actually look hotter in this thing than I do."

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Ah, there it was. The slightly tense shoulders disappeared, the smiles became more easy and the replies came naturally. Cece had been thinking days prior to this trip of Daniel and the small interaction that led them here. If Constantine and Maria Salazar learned what their daughter was up to, they’d call her all sorts of names. Hell, they would blow up her phone and demand her to stop this nonsense — stranger-danger, right? Cecilia knew what she’d do. She’d ignore them in favour of getting to know this mystery named Daniel Adler. The man that reminded her of her blurred past with only his demeanor and the way he carried himself.

Ah, Cece was completely screwed.

Their banter was flirty and easy-going; just the way Cecilia preferred. And yet his words caused a pleasant twist within her belly, lighting up a fire she thought was distinguished a long time ago. Here it was, though, coming back to life as if it never left. “Mama’s are usually right,” she hummed, hazel orbs drifting to settle on the taller body. “So you don’t share your babies?” Delicate fingers drifted over the seat of the gorgeous Yamaha and her head tilted a little. “Yet you’re willing to share a ride with me? I feel extra special already.”

“Oh, one on one? I see absolutely no problem with that,” replied the young brunette. “I can hold my liquor down. Guess we’ll have to see who can do it better.” Pretty well, actually. Cece was a known alcoholic to people that knew her, so she hoped Danny would never hear of that part of her life. She was pretty sure that even a man like him wouldn’t want a drinker with violent tendencies. Her worries dispersed, however, when a surprised chuckle escaped her chapstick-covered lips; winter meant chapped lips and you would not find Cecilia with chapped lips. “I’m not saying you’re not good enough for me, Adler,” she said, tone teasing. “Look, this can be a fun challenge. If I beat you and get you drunk before I do, I’ll do your make up. And if you beat me… You’re allowed for one wish. One wish only, though. And nothing of the sort walking around the lodge in bikini.”

A challenge. A very dangerous one at that. Yet the young Salazar felt it was needed; like a test for herself and for Daniel. Drunken thoughts were sober thoughts, right? The easiest way to see if he was being genuine with her, or was she simply one of the many interesting girls entering his life. Cruel, she knew, but essential for the protection of her heart.

Smile widening just a bit, her gaze briefly shifted towards Danny’s calloused fingers brushed across the bike’s seat as if giving her a silent invitation to Adler’s world. An invitation she was more and more inclined to accept exploring. “Well, now you know. And I’m hoping you’ll give me a good ride around. Wouldn’t mind exploring with you before heading for the lodge.”

Another chuckle. Another sound long forgotten. Danny was able to easily amuse her, which earned him positive points. She’ll play along, since it was just the two of them currently. “Aye, Captain,” she moved past Danny, back towards his car and opened the door in order to settle her bag inside. One bag, because who needed five full bags for a short trip? Inside, she found a helmet with initials engraved on it that she guessed were Danny’s. 

D.A.

“Is the helmet custom made?” asked Cece curiously as she took the heavy helmet in her hands. “Whoever did this, they did a damn good job. The helmet even feels luxurious.”

And just like that, the undeniable chemistry buzzing between them picked right up where it had been left, as if no time had passed since their fateful encounter in Los Angeles.

The corners of his mouth twitched a little, a lopsided smile forming across his features at her reply, his usual stoic demeanor growing more relaxed by the second. The nerves that had been fluttering around in the pit of his stomach only moments prior vanquished — it didn't even cross his mind to connect the dots, the cause and solution both from one source; Cecilia.

"Keepin' you to myself sounds like a better deal." The words slipped from his mouth before his mind even had a chance to filter the exchange, and a dark eyebrow raised. Despite his uninhibited tendencies and shameless reputation, Danny felt the need to use a little more caution, a little more restraint with his newly acquired guest. Maybe he didn't want to scare her off, although from what he gathered during their brief time together already, she was no delicate flower. There was something else about her, thought, something different, and he aimed to figure out what exactly made her tick.

"My mom did always say I never liked to share," he added, flashing her a wink of his eye.

Her question was answered, first, with another shrug of broad shoulders, icy blue hues never leaving her as he spoke. "I dunno, I've been known to hold down my liquor pretty damn good. Might have to put in some serious one on one time with me." Any shroud of mystery Danny might have held quickly dispersed at Cece's vision of a make over, a chuckle scratching at the back of his throat, and he gave a shake of his head. While the thought of her settled on his lap to decorate his face did sound a little appealing, he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to live that shit down, especially not with Rob around. "Whoa, hold on a minute. What's the matter with my au naturel look? You sayin' I'm not pretty enough for you already?" Eyebrows narrowed in faux offence, head tilting to one side in order to better display his chiseled features.

It wasn't long, however, until his attention was back on her, watching as slender fingers gingerly dusted snow from the mirror of his bike. "Oh yeah?" His voice came out a little more gravely, lower now that they were closer in proximity. Or maybe they'd always been, and he was only just realizing it. "If I'd known that, I woulda got you up here sooner." It's only then that Danny pulls his hands out of his jeans pockets, reaching over to brush off a small bit of snow that had gathered on the bike's seat.

"M'not the best at following through with promises ... but guess I could try, for you," he offered up another of his infamous smirks, caught up in that dazzling smile she wore so well, before he lowered his gaze to her bag. "You can leave your stuff in my car for now, if you want. We'll pick it up on the way back."

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Ah, speaking of the Devil.

Daniel Adler was a man sculptured by the gods. Starting from the buzzcut that not many men could pull off, heading down to his ocean-like blue orbs and the charming smile across his perfect face. Daniel Adler was the Devil, versions of whom Cece was accustomed to and promised to not be within reaching distance. Yet, here she was. Yet, Cece found herself drawn to the easy connection they were forming since the day her vehicle decided to leave her on the side of the road. 

“Oh, I’m sure my pretty head would be a good marketing strategy. Hang me up in your car and you’ll get all the customers,” hummed a reply the young brunette the moment she realized that it wasn’t indeed an anonymous murderer coming for her head. Gods, she needed to pause the horror movie marathons at night that tend to replace sleep.

“Or maybe you’d keep me to yourself,” she added. Ah, bold moves. Ah, the fire she was approaching was getting bigger and bigger.

She watched him, like an oblivious deer was being approached by the big bad wolf. Despite the obvious danger that was Daniel Adler for her, she remained perfectly calm, still, with her head tilted slightly to the side. “Is that a challenge that reach my ears, Mr. Adler?” she asked, a playful glint into her own hazel eyes. It was thrilling, really. A thrill that wasn’t present for some time. It reminded her of the time before the awful accident, a time which events defined a blur of alcohol, parties and late-night rides around Los Angeles. “I think I can get you drunk enough. Maybe enough that you’d accept getting a little make up on, some wig on and boom—found my twin with blue eyes,” she teased, just because she couldn’t help herself. Danny brought that out of her.

A small smile made its way onto her face as she listened to Danny so confidently spoke, as if this wasn’t his first rodeo. It probably wasn’t, but Cece wasn’t going to dwell on it. Past didn’t matter, right—present was most important. “I mean, I won’t decline. I’m a sucker for these bad boys,” one hand moved towards the small rear view mirror of the motorcycle in order for naked fingers to brush the snow off. “Never learned how to drive myself. Nobody to teach me.” Hazel eyes trailed up towards the older male, a charming smile spread across her face. “Maybe you can teach me? That is, if you promise not to tell.”

Another year, another memorable — or not so memorable — reunion. Before everyone got wrapped up in all the obligatory festivities that always came with the holiday season, it had been tradition for the Adlers to vacation at their lodge up in Blackwood Pines. As the kids all got older and embarked on their own adventures in life, this tradition was kept up by Daniel Adler with a small group of friends. He couldn't bare to give up the getaway the lodge provided, completely cut off from society without a single signal bar in sight for miles. It was a perfect means of escape from the numb existence he'd grown accustomed to, day in and day out, in and around Los Angeles. The serotonin released from just the sound of snow crunching beneath his boots only solidified his belief in how exponential this retreat was to his mental health.

Still, there was a flutter of anxiety in the pit of his stomach, with a certain Cecilia Salazar on his mind since before his head had even hit the pillow the previous night. The invitation was pretty damn bold of a move, he knew that, and honestly thought himself fucking crazy after he hit send, expecting to never hear from her again. What he hadn't expected, though, was her agreeing to come up to the mountain lodge and then actually showing up. With the plan to meet at the cable car station, he'd been hanging around the area, deciding to check on something in his car when he heard a voice break through the chilled breeze. The remnants of a cigarette was plucked from his lips and flicked to the cold ground ahead of him, smoldering ash soaring through the chilled air until coming to its ultimate end in a mound of snow.

"Well, fuck— there goes my weekend plans of slicin' and dicin'." The faint hint of a smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth, however, gave way his faux frustrations. Icy blue hues dropped to the vehicles in question; one bike out of several he kept stored at the lodge for quick access to a thrilling adventure, when needed, and the car he'd driven in up the mountain. Won through an auction, it had initially started as a passion project between himself and his dad, until the older Adler didn't have time and Danny took over fixing it up on his own. Admittedly, he was pretty proud of it, having been one of the first major customization jobs he'd tackled on his own, and it didn't go unnoticed that Cecilia clearly admired the work he put into it.

"Guess I could manage a selfie, though," he started, lower lip jutting out slightly as he gave a nonchalant shrug of broad shoulders. Bare hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans to escape the chilled air as Daniel sauntered around one side of the mustang to sidle up near the bike. "Could even get a couple outta me before the night's through, if you get me drunk enough." It was then that his gaze fixed on the brunette, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he finally allowed himself to examine her features.

There were shallow reasons initially as to why he'd gone out on a whim and invited her to the lodge for the weekend. She was, quite obviously, a knockout in the looks department — anyone could see that — so she hooked him with those hazel eyes and dazzling smile, he'd admit. What reeled him in, though, was how easily their flow of conversation had been carried from the time he'd picked her up on the side of the road, until she was leaving the auto shop. The thought of never seeing this girl again had him impulsively scratching his personal number down on the back of a business card, and leaving the ball in her court, which fortunately lead them to meeting in a winter wonderland. Crazy how some shit works out.

"If you're serious about the ride, we could do that too," he offered, head tilting toward the bike at his side. What better way to break the ice than to take Cece for a rip around in the snow? Not to mention the added bonus that she'd most definitely need to have a tight hold around him, but that was besides the point. As selfish as it may have seemed, Danny wanted as much time alone with her as he could afford before ascending to the viper pit waiting for them at the lodge. "Mountain's really nice this time of year, and there's lots of cool spots hidden around I could show ya' ... if you promise not to tell."

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a private starter for DANIEL ADLER ( @hotxrod ) Winter was coming — or as the infamous quote went. Temperatures dropped, the ground and trees were engulfed in white, forcing animals to shelter away from the season and for heavy, warm coats along with knee-high boots to replace summer shorts and tank tops. There was something utterly magical about winter — the way the livelihood of the blazing sun slowly offered the stage to silent frost. The scenery allowed for cozy evenings with a warm cup of cocoa next to a burning fireplace, a book on lap with Spotify’s gentle hum used as background. It was the perfect opportunity for Cecilia Salazar to be within her prime, no matter how many times she had questioned this spontaneous trip to a vacation home high up in the mountains with no reception, no way to access her website and see any requests, no contact with civilization. It wasn’t the trip that bothered her as much as the group of strangers that would join this small gathering. Many would say she was out of her mind, many would have declined the invitation sent by the one and only Daniel Adler with little to no hesitation. ‘ don’t know you well, dude, gonna pass ‘ — that’s the normal response, right? Yet, her fingers were itching as she typed the opposite message. The trip to the cable car was normal, used primarily to draw small sketches of the scenery around her. Ah, the air was sharp and cold and absolutely amazing; it filled her lungs with frost and upon releasing it, she never felt more thrilled, more open, more alive. With one bag over her shoulder, the young woman approached the lower cable car station with the purpose of getting to the lodge as quickly as possible. Supposedly, the plans were to wait for the trouble called Adler, but plans change constantly, yes? Plus, Cece was fairly sure she could navigate on her own. The tire tracks of undoubtedly a motorcycle had caught her attention. Oh? She followed the tracks to, indeed, a beautiful Yamaha 1998 next to an even more beautiful Mustang 1969. “Well, hello there, gorgeous,” murmured Cece who pulled down the glasses down to peer at the beauties. “Damn, who had the nerve to abandon you here? Don’t they know I’m coming?” She ran cold, frosted fingers along the two vehicles, unable to help herself. Hazel orbs trailed over every inch of both the bike and the car, all before something obvious caught them. Footsteps. They travelled up and up, back the same way she had come. As if on queue, the crunch of snapping twigs had reached her ears. Oh, hell no. “If the owner of this bike or car is there — I am gonna have to request a ride before you hang my head on the backseat,” called out Cecilia. A yapper she was, when she wasn’t in control; just like now. A serial killer could be approaching her like a predator and yet she wouldn’t turn around to run for her life, she’d simply talk like she knew what she was even doing. “Hey, I accept pictures too. One selfie, alright? I won’t upload it on Twitter.”

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trcgicstar is introducing a PRIVATE and INDEPENDENT mumu blog with characters inspired by supermassive cult's game UNTIL DAWN . please refrain from interacting if under the age of twenty-one or if we are not mutuals . CONTENT WARNING for triggering themes ahead . credits for the beautiful header go to @hotxrod

i. CECILIA SALAZAR : introduction post , character studies , aesthetic , threads , wanted plots .

ii. ROMA PIERCE : introduction post , character studies , aesthetic , threads , wanted plots .

iii. NICHA BUN-MA : introduction post , character studies , aesthetic , threads , wanted plots .

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FIONA PALOMO as SOFIA outer banks season 3

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FIONA PALOMO. TWENTY-FIVE. CISFEMALE. SHE/HER. have you heard from CECILIA SALAZAR yet? back home they’re said to work as an ONLINE ARTIST. before this trip to blackwood pines, i’ve heard that they’re known to be AMBITIOUS, LOYAL, AND ADAPTABLE. but on the downside, they’re known to be ARGUMENTATIVE, RECKLESS AND SELF-DESTRUCTIVE. when you think about them, you’ll probably see SCATTERED ACRYLIC PAINTS OVER THE FLOOR, A MIX OF PERFUME AND CIGARETTES ON CLOTHING, SLEEPLESS NIGHTS TURNED TO NOSTALGIC SHOWS MARATHONS, FREQUENT EXPLORATION TRIPS OF ABANDONED BUILDINGS. and because of that, i would say that they’re known to be THE ARTIST. i wonder what they’ll really think of blackwood pines after the trip is over, don’t you?

STATISTICS .

FULL NAME, AGE, GENDER : cecilia felicia salazar, twenty-five years old, ciswoman

NICKNAMES, DATE & PLACE OF BIRTH, PRONOUNS : cece, lia ( created and loved by her mother ), april 10th, los angeles, california, she/her

ORIENTATION, LANGUAGES SPOKEN : bisexual & bi-romantic, knows perfectly english & spanish, with a little bit of french, italian and korean

TATTOOS, PIERCINGS : a little bit of both worlds — cece has an eyebrow piercing that she has done in one drunken night after a dare with her friends and a bleeding moon across her back

FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS & PETS : born in a big family, cece has a few younger siblings that she hasn’t seen in years. the salazar family used to have quite a few pets over the years — from huskies to small yorkshire terrier’s, parrot and hamsters for the little ones

CHARACTER TRAITS : think of lip gallagher from shameless when you approach cece. while she can be loyal, helpful and extremely protective — when blade meets bone, she’d shrink all those positive traits and shift into something else. due to the violent waves, cece had several problems with the police but thanks to her parents, she’d always get the short stick of the punishment she deserved.

SONGS INSPIRATION : daddy issues by the neighbourhood, wires by the neighbourhood, alien blues by vundabar, hurt feelings by mac miller, toxic by boywithuke, freaks by surf curse, hayloft II by mother mother, therapy by voilà

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TRIGGER WARNING : alcoholism, violent behaviour, car accident & death

cecilia salazar, daughter of constantine and maria salazar and the oldest sibling to little victor, elisa and sebastian, was born a black sheep of the family. from a young age cece was a little menace to society — she would play pranks that often got her into trouble, she was the mastermind behind revenge schemes when her family was being bothered. that behaviour was encouraged by her father constantine who wished to teach his firstborn how to protect herself, along with her younger siblings, from the cruel world that wasn’t at all within the salazar’s favour. 

the family barely survived financially, which led to each child to somehow scrape money by doing the neighbour’s chores for coins. cece was hardworking in that aspect; the survival of her family was so important to her, especially as the little ones were born, that she often ignored her own needs and wishes in order for them to have food in their bellies. elisa, victor and sebastian were her whole life; it was cecilia that changed their diapers, it was cecilia that fed them formula and it was cecilia that took them to her workplace when constantine and maria had to hop from job to job.

but as the children grew and as cece began socialising properly during, and after, school hours — things began to change. when cecilia wasn’t dealing with their, and her own, school work, she would disappear in the dead of night and return by sunrise. she was a curious thing, always drawn to new things to try, so obviously she was introduced to the world of illegal substances that shouldn’t be known outside of the parties she attended. due to the bad company she had gotten herself with, cece was often found with handcuffs and napping in a police car.

her growing violent behaviour, enhanced by her excessive drinking, only kept bringing her tickets to the station where she often was allowed out – firstly because of her parents and their growing connections, then because of herself. a police officer had taken a liking at her, so cece used that to her advantage when she had trouble. however, that did not go unnoticed by constantine and maria. arguments  were a daily occurrence in the salazar household for months; months in which cece continued drinking her school year away until she was expelled after breaking her peer’s nose.

after losing her hard work at school that promised her a bright future within the artistic world, cece barely returned home; she’d always wander the streets with her friends, do illegal activities and, you guessed, drink her days away. alcohol and cigarettes became her new essentials to survive the day and her friends encouraged that. cece lost contact with her family and often crashed out with her friends. cecilia spent two years of her life, from eighteen to twenty, in that environment. but that came to an end when, on one drunken night, cece and her close friend angie got into a car accident which left cece as the sole survivor.

survivor’s guilt didn’t mix well with her alcoholism. angie’s family blamed her for allowing their daughter to drive, cece’s family and friends comforted her that it wasn’t her fault. she listened to nobody except herself; that she was the reason angie was dead. but cece did not allow her second chance of life to go to waste and intended to live for angie. and although four years later cece was still the same troublemaker; at least she began regulating her alcohol take and began pursuing a career as an online artist. it was a slow process since cecilia wanted to work for herself, rather than for others, but she made ends meet by having different part-time jobs.

HEADCANONS : 

i. cece has a site which she uses to accept requests for drawings and uses a pseudonym until she grows the confidence to reveal herself.

ii. when her nights contain memories of the accident, she would watch marathons of old shows or explore outside. one of her most recent hobbies were travelling and exploring abandoned buildings/locations.

iii. she has a love for motorcycles because of her father so when she sees one, best bet she’d want a ride with it.

iv. she doesn’t keep contact with her friends anymore; cecilia had distanced herself from them because being around them reminded her too much of angie and she couldn’t handle that well.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS :

 i. who is cecilia salazar without her SQUAD? a group of friends that love a little bit of trouble, that love a little bit of party, explore around and just being dumb together.

ii. her CLASSMATE whose nose she broke which got her expelled. this connection is pure enemies back to back. this muse and cece cannot for the life of them get along together even for five seconds. they’ve been at it since the longest of time and, let’s be real, if cece had a chance to break their nose again — she’s taking that opportunity.

iii. her FIRST LOVE/the one that introduced cece to the world of trouble and shaped her into who she is nowadays. this one will be painful, because cecilia and this muse had an on/off relationship going on until the accident happened and cece blocked their number in order to distance herself, leaving many questions left unanswered; did cece love this muse truly or was it all the alcohol talking? who knows.

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Fiona Palomo via Instagram stories, 06/30/2022.

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FIONA PALOMO(c) instagram stories

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“i can fix him” “i can make him worse” im at the gas station yall want anything

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the point of art is not to be great but to make it transparently obvious that there is something wrong with you

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