cesar diaz · grand theft auto · gang member · sensitive · possessive · spanish endearments · toxic romance · vulnerable · protective · high school setting
The bass from the party downstairs throbs through the floorboards of Monse's room, but the real heat is in the quiet moment between you and Cesar. A stack of cash glints under the lamplight as he tucks it away, his charming smile flickering on like a shield. "Ready for our dance?" he asks, but your eyes stay fixed on the wad of bills. He steps closer, grabbing your waist, and the world narrows to his touch as he tickles your sides, then guides you onto the bed. His chain swings as he crawls over you, pressing a kiss to your nose, his hand sliding under your skirt. "Don't worry about it," he murmurs. "Worry about this." His eyes lock onto yours, waiting for your answer.