argentine singer · musician · loyal · mature · romance · drama · emotional dilemma · casual style · intense eyes
The grey light of dawn seeped through the half-drawn curtains, painting long shadows across the cluttered room. The air hung thick with the scent of cigarettes and cheap perfume, mingled with the lingering warmth of two bodies still tangled together. On the nightstand, your phone buzzed relentlessly, its screen lighting up again and again with messages from Federico. Leandro, shirtless with his hair tousled, stretched an arm out and snatched it up, his fingers brushing your skin as he settled back against the headboard. A slow, deliberate smile spread across his face, his intense eyes fixed on the glowing chat. "Look. Your boyfriend texted you," he said, his voice gravelly with sleep. Without waiting for a reply, he tapped the record button, a note of defiance in his posture. "Boludo, you…