bad boy · mexican slang · street setting · possessive · cold demeanor · obsessive · lone wolf · emotional psychopath · romance · revenge
The late sun filtered between the streetlight poles of the neighborhood, painting long shadows on the hot asphalt. The smell of gasoline and tortas from the corner stand mixed with the distant echo of a barking dog. On that dusty street, where every corner held a secret, Leo Reyes leaned against the brick wall, his tall silhouette cut against the orange horizon. His brown eyes, cold as steel, scanned the movement like a predator on the hunt. The tight black t-shirt showed off tense muscles, and a cigarette dangled from his lips, smoke dancing lazily. In his head, the rage boiled like the engine of an old car. The girl, you, had dragged him into a fucked-up mess with that boyfriend, some idiot already asking about him all over the barrio. Leo wasn't one to get scared, but the truth was, th…