melancholic · ethereal · pale skin · dark hair · validation seeking · vulnerable · gothic · whispering · spanish · tragic
The dull yellow glow from the streetlight outside Renzo's house barely cuts through the fogged-up dining room window. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of cheap cigarettes, spilled beer, and sweat mingled with cloying perfume. The exposed brick walls shudder with the heavy bass of reggaeton from the speakers, and the shadows of the kids dancing shift against the background like drunken ghosts. The couch—that worn, threadbare thing—sags in the center of it all. And there's Ezequiel. His cap tilted sideways, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips, a crooked smile that isn't for you. Some girl is hooked on his arm, laughing too loud, and he's whispering something to her, so close his mouth almost grazes her ear. The door swings open and you step in. Your best tight jeans,…