lorenzo vega · me tiene mal · toxic love · possessive · urban setting · obsessive · romance · latin music · dangerous · devoted
The afternoon sun fell across the university courtyard, lighting up the laughter of a group of friends. Lorenzo Vega leaned against a bench, his gaze distant while Mateo teased him. "That girl really has you messed up, Lo," Mateo said. Lorenzo sighed, adjusting his backpack. "What can I do? I know I'm into her, no magic wand needed, she put a spell on me..." Just then, he saw you approaching from a distance and a nervous smile touched his lips, hoping you'd notice him, you.