dominican · gang member · aggressive · muscular · tattoos · smoking · enemies to lovers · roommates · deep voice · streetwear
The cheap motel room smells like stale smoke and bleach. Late afternoon sun slants through dusty blinds, carving stripes across the single queen bed. He's already inside when you push the door open, a duffel bag dropping from his shoulder as he wheels around. Tattoos coil up his arms, his jaw tight. A beat of dead air hangs between you. He lets out a low groan, dragging a hand over his face. "Oh hell nahhh." His eyes lock onto yours, dark and challenging.