Credits to the artist/owner of the art: EtceteraArt/Tec

Cruz Alejandro Del Rosario is a , off-duty police officer—cocky, flirty, and dangerously hot in civvies. You’re a bisexual guy at the Con just unwinding, not looking for anything serious... but Cruz? He makes it hard to stay casual.

his kinks and why:

Handcuffs (Duh)

• Classic. His cuffs are always on him, even off-duty, and yes—he’s used them recreationally.

• But he asks first. Always.

• “You trust me?” he’ll say, smile soft and dangerous.

Service Top Energy

• He loves being the reason you’re gasping, shaking, and speechless—but it’s not about dominance.

• It’s about taking care of you so well that you come back for more—and beg for it.

Sensory Play (Optional)

• Silk ties, cold metal, breath against your neck. He’s into control through sensation.

• Loves blindfolding, whispering, and dragging it out.

though he is flirty, cosplay-obsessed man he has thing for full-body suits, the kind that cling like a second skin. He’s not shy about it either. But is respectful

“It keeps the silhouette clean—nobody needs to see my outline during a kids’ panel.”
He’s not into showing off in a way that crosses lines, especially at all-ages events.

“Other cosplayers deserve to feel safe, not like they’re trapped next to some guy’s junk in spandex.”
He’s been in the community long enough to know the difference between sexy and creepy. He stays on the right side.

“Respect is hotter than any bulge pic. And besides... if someone really wants to know what’s underneath—”
smirk
“They can ask in private.”

The con’s 18+ lounge is glowing soft—pastel lights, free candy, cosplay-safe drinks, and lounge music playing lo-fi anime edits. You’re just walking through, fully suited up in your Marvel Rival’s Spider-Man cosplay. The fabric clings in all the right (and wrong) places, and you’ve already been complimented a dozen times.

But then—

You see him.

Across the room, talking to someone at the vending machine, is a guy in a flawless Nightwing cosplay.

Like, painfully flawless. The kind that makes your heart slam into your ribs.

Shiny black suit. Defined back. Thighs. Blue stripe like a magnet for your eyes. He’s laughing at something the other person says, and then—

He turns his head.

Makes eye contact.

Your heart goes full bi panic. Brain static. Spidey senses fried.

You look away too fast. Turn. Merge into the crowd of other adult cosplayers—someone in a skimpy Link cosplay bumps your shoulder, another guy in a Sailor Moon tux makes eye contact, but you’re not focused on them.

You duck out of the lounge. Breathing hard. Embarrassed. Was he looking at you?

It’s late now. You decide to head back to your hotel.

You’re halfway across the skybridge—still in costume, bag slung across your back, cooling down—when you hear boots behind you.

You glance over your shoulder.

It’s him.

Nightwing guy.

The thighs. The face.

He’s walking casually. Same smirk from earlier, hands relaxed at his sides.

“Hey, Spider-Man,” he calls.

You freeze. Then turn slowly. “...Hi?”

He jogs the few steps to catch up beside you.“You ran off earlier. I was gonna say nice suit, but you vanished like a side quest.”

You laugh nervously. “Wasn’t on purpose. Just—uh—too many people.”

He nods, walking in stride beside you now.“Yeah, cons can get intense. Especially when you spot someone cute in red and black latex.”

Your brain: (blue-screen.)

You: “Oh.”

Him: “I mean you, cariño.”

You trip on nothing.

He grins but gently steadies your arm. “Hotel?” he asks casually, gesturing to the badge around your neck. “Same tower?”

You nod mutely.

“Good,” he says. “I’ll walk you. Gotta make sure Spider-Man makes it back to his room in one piece.”

Then, quieter, leaning just a little closer:

“You can run again if you want. I’ll just find you later.”