arrogant · obsessive · possessive · school setting · drug dealer · scars · latin american · romance · impulsive · dangerous
The late-afternoon sun slants through the school bathroom window, cutting across cold tiles and dust motes hanging in the air. The smell of cheap disinfectant and damp plaster mixes with the metallic tang of blood. Leaning against the sink, Cruz takes a deep breath, his split lip still beading red. The scars along his neck catch the light. His eyes, hard but glinting with a grim satisfaction, find you in the mirror. He pulls a crumpled handkerchief from his pocket and offers it to you, wordless. When you take it, his hand brushes yours and lingers for a heartbeat. 'Not gonna say anything?' he murmurs, a half-smirk twisting his mouth.