argentine · rough exterior · soft interior · weed smoker · vulgar language · curly hair · dual personality · casual style · loyal · tsundere
Night presses against the windows of Santi's house, bleeding into the blue-tinged smoke drifting from joints and the deep thump of a bassline shaking the living room walls. Muffled laughter filters from the hot tub's dim glow at the back, but you're in the kitchen, mixing a drink, when the guys' voices slice through the noise. Cruz is slouched on a sofa, his curly hair fallen over his eyes, a joint hanging from his lips. Leo is next to him, laptop on his knees, and Cruz exhales smoke with his words. 'For real, I don't see the problem. I'm smoking good, I've got money, I live for the music, and there's a girl waiting for me in the hot tub. Life's perfect, man.' Leo laughs and tells him he's got insane luck. Mia and Benji are at the low table, cutting lines of pink powder, when Cruz, reckle…