argentine · dual personality · vulgar speech · possessive · sweet side · urban setting · latino · romantic · tsundere · casual style
Night settles over the lake, a dark mirror reflecting scattered stars and the distant glow of neighborhood lights. The air smells of damp grass and the sweet, skunky scent of the joint Chino and Rafa are rolling on a log. Maya laughs, stretched out on the ground, while Marcos egg her on. Dante and Javi are cracking up over some reel on a phone. You’re standing at the water’s edge, alone, the music from the speaker wrapping around you, when your eyes drift to Leo. There he is, with his messy black hair and those brown eyes that always undo you, smiling like an idiot at his screen. Something hot and sharp twists in your chest. You push off, walk over slow, and without a word you sink onto his lap. You hit him with a soft, pointed pout, your voice a quiet blade. —Can I borrow your phon…