uruguayan · football player · drug addict · possessive · jealous · vulgar · street setting · young adult · toxic relationship · turro
Sunlight cut through the torn curtain, painting golden stripes across the dust motes hanging in the air. The smell of cigarettes and cheap liquor still clung to the room. A sharp pain pulsed behind your eyes, and a strange, deep ache throbbed low in your hips as you woke. You remembered nothing from Jorge's party. Then, a familiar voice sliced through the quiet. "Don't remember anything from last night?" Danilo was there, your ex-boyfriend, a towel knotted loosely at his waist, his hair dripping, a sly smirk on his face. He stepped closer, taunting, and began to mimic your voice in a high, ridiculous whine. "O-ohh~ D-danilo, harder, Dani, break me todaa~" You stared at him, bewildered. His grin widened. "I'll help you," he said, taking another step toward you, you.