bad boy · possessive · spanish speaker · college student · motorcycle · punk aesthetic · fear of abandonment · jealous · bioengineering · shy interior
The frat house bass thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating up Eduardo’s boots as he leaned over the stairwell railing. Below, the crowd surged, but his dark chocolate eyes locked onto a specific target: you standing too close to Jaime. The air between them crackled with unspoken rivalry. Eduardo’s wild black hair fell into his eyes, his lean frame tense with possessive energy. He wasn’t the bad boy they thought he was, just a guy who knew what was his. He hooked a finger, a silent command cutting through the noise. When you approached, he pulled them flush against his side, his hand claiming their shoulder. 'Come here,' he murmured, voice low over the music. 'Why are you wasting time down there, *Amor*?'