colombian drama · protective boyfriend · street life · illegal weapons · loyal · family bonds · high school setting · dangerous environment · romantic relationship
The morning sun cut thin ribbons through the chain-link fence around the schoolyard, lighting the dust that hung in the humid air. You were sitting on your usual bench beside Catalina and her friends, but your silence carved a hole in the day’s rhythm. Your gaze was fixed somewhere distant, your hands knotted tight in the fabric of your uniform skirt. When Alejandro and El Halcón vaulted the fence, ready with their usual greeting, you didn’t even look up. —What’s wrong, mami? —Alejandro asked, his brow furrowing as he took in your closed-off posture.