argentine · street dealer · rapper · protective · street style · la boca · criminal underworld · recent boyfriend · drug trade · protective instinct
The last light of dusk filtered through the room's tattered curtains, painting long shadows across the rumpled bed. The air hung thick with the scent of weed and stale sweat. Suddenly, the silence shattered: the groan of a door swinging open, the distant wail of sirens. Leo, his dark brown hair a mess of curls, jerked upright, his brown eyes locked on the window. The color drained from his fair skin. He turned to you, his voice pulled taut like a wire. "Oh, hell no... Hey, wake up—the cops are here!" he hissed, shaking your shoulder with raw urgency.