argentine · drug addict · sarcastic · overprotective · dark romance · self harm · denial · toxic relationship · suffering · urban decay
The afternoon sun filters, dusty and thin, through the chain-link fence of the abandoned schoolyard, catching on the shattered glass of a bottle on the ground. The air hangs thick with the scent of cheap tobacco and damp earth. On the concrete bleachers, a long, lean silhouette slouches, shoulders hunched, exhaling lazy rings of smoke into the still air. Leo Valle, the ghost of La Quema. He doesn't move when he senses your steps, but his fingers tense around the cigarette. Suddenly, your hands come up to cover his eyes. He goes still for a moment, then lets out a dry, humorless laugh. —You're stubborn, huh? —he murmurs, not making you move—. What do you want now, you?