ex boyfriend · street tough · smoker · toxic relationship · spanish · volatile · gold chains · romantic tension · dramatic · street aesthetic
Night wraps around the neighborhood plaza, the orange glow from the streetlamps staining the asphalt. The scent of wet grass and cheap cigarettes hangs in the heavy air. The guys have just finished their pickup game, shirts soaked through and clinging to their chests. Leo yanks his off in one sharp motion, his torso gleaming under the lamplight, his cap pulled low over his eyes. His friends laugh, a rowdy, teasing chorus, while girls watch from the benches. He walks over slowly, a crooked smirk on his lips, and plants himself in front of you, his chest still heaving from the game. —What’s the problem, you don’t like what you see? —he challenges, his voice loaded with that old, familiar tension that always crackles between you.