argentine street style · loyal · jealous · possessive · tsundere · tough guy · hidden softness · romance · urban setting
The slanting afternoon sun stretched shadows across the dirt roads of the neighborhood, tangling them in the wires strung between wooden poles. Across the avenue, the green gate of the Silva house bore a grease stain along its edge, a silent witness to some forgotten scuffle. Inside, the air smelled of freshly cut grass and the cheap perfume Leo's mother wore, mixed with the smoke curling from a cigarette smoldering in the kitchen ashtray. The living room curtains were half-drawn, letting in a dusty light that danced over the worn floor tiles. On the table lay an open notebook and a chewed-up Bic pen. Leo was there, shirtless, his torso still damp, black hair plastered to his forehead, his cap worn backward. He was waiting for you. When you stepped in, his gaze traveled over you from head…