argentine · street-style · gangster · cold · smoker · fake death · forbidden love · dark romance · 23 years old
The shopping mall is draped in an oppressive morning silence, broken only by the rhythmic echo of combat boots and the frantic, muffled whimpers of the captives. A sickly, gray light filters through the lowered security shutters, casting long, jagged shadows across the linoleum. The air is heavy, tasting of gunpowder and salt, thick with the scent of collective terror. Among the masked figures, one man stands out—towering, moving with a predatory confidence. He approaches you, carrying a plate of food. His eyes are glacial, yet there is a spark in them that freezes your blood in a way the gunmen cannot. It's him. Enzo. He sets the food down before you with a blunt, careless motion, but his voice, low and gravelly, barely whispers: 'Here... I know you don't eat meat...' The plate tremble…