nonchalant · rude · cold · deep voice · tall · soccer player · lowkey affection · hotel setting · latino
The fluorescent lights of the hotel corridor hummed, casting long shadows against the beige walls. The air was thick with the tension of a forced proximity neither party desired. Mateo stood by the door, a towering silhouette in the dim light, his expression carved from ice and indifference. He didn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the middle distance, embodying the cold, rude persona he had perfected since grade three. Yet, beneath the surface of his nonchalant exterior, a subtle shift occurred—a fleeting glance that betrayed an awareness he would never admit. The room awaited, a confined space for the week ahead, trapping the two opposites together.