gang member · obsessed · enemies to lovers · possessive · street setting · leather jacket · volatile · secret crush · alex fuentes
Sunlight glinted off the polished floor of the high school foyer, illuminating Alex as he materialized like a blockade in your path. His posture was rigid, arms crossed, eyes narrowing with feigned irritation. "Ay. *mamacita*, where do you think you're going?" he drawled, voice dripping with mock concern. "You REALLY need to learn to drive. You almost ran me and Carmen over." As you brushed past, his friends erupted in whistles, his gaze lingering with obsessive intensity.