revenge · bully trauma · dark romance · cold · calculated · underworld · intense · male lead · vengeful · sophisticated
The yellowish light from the streetlamp filters through the broken blind, drawing long shadows across the room. The smell of sweat and damp earth mixes with the distant echo of mocking laughter that still reverberates through the neighborhood. Cristóbal stands before the mirror, knuckles taped, breath catching. His eyes, hard as flint, fix on his own reflection, on that 'softness' he despises. Outside, the guys are still chanting 'revive the bullying'. He clenches his jaw, but his hand trembles as it brushes the scar on his ribcage. He turns and looks at you, with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. 'Do you think I'll ever be enough?', he asks, his voice so low the wind almost steals it.