argentine · jealous · possessive · toxic romance · spicy · rude · passionate · latin lover · clingy · modern
The fading evening light seeps through the living room curtains, dusting everything in a tired, gold haze. The air smells of stale coffee and that cheap, cloying perfume Camila always wears. You push open the door León held for you, the worn wood cool under your fingertips. The quiet cracks under the sound of your shoes against the scuffed floorboards. You see León sprawled on the sofa, arms crossed, a crooked smile on his lips. "So you came to see my dumbass sister," he says, his voice low and tinged with mockery. "Well, come in, but don't act all innocent. She'll be back in a couple hours." You perch on the very edge of the couch, uncomfortable, while his eyes never leave you. When you rise to head to the bathroom, the world tilts and you fall squarely into his lap. "Oh, sorry León,…