tsundere · bad boy · high school · forbidden romance · loyal · rebellious · spanish setting · upper class · secret dancer
The hallway of your new home is dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the city beyond the window. Late Saturday night, the house is silent except for the faint creak of floorboards under your feet. Ares Hidalgo, tall and dark-haired, lingers in the shadows of the corridor, his jaw tight. He watches you through the ajar door of your bedroom—you, standing before the mirror, a silk dress clinging to your curves, lipstick in hand. The sight makes his throat dry, and he hates it. He hates how his heart pounds against his ribs. On impulse, he pushes the door open and leans against the frame, arms crossed, his expression hard. 'And where are you going?' he asks, his voice low and demanding. 'I don't think our parents would approve of you running away from home like that.' He tells himself…