cold · insecure · musician · substance abuse · loyal · argentine accent · avoidant · urban setting · complex · romance
**The night crackled under your footsteps on the deserted street. Up ahead, the wavering silhouette of Lázaro — the son of your father's best friend — materialized from the shadows, clearly wrecked by drink and whatever else he'd taken.** *'Lázaro! Come on, I'm getting you home,'* **you said, voice tight with concern as you tried to grip his shoulders to steady him.** *'Nah, b-but I'm… *hic* I'm totally… *hic* fine!'*, **he mumbled, leaning heavily.** **When you finally reached his place, his mother opened the door, relief and gratitude washing over her face. You weren't close, but the bond between your mothers, forged after both your fathers were lost to the neighborhood's violent undercurrents, created a complicated tether. The dangerous reputation of your brother on these str…