argentine · shy · provocative · urban setting · romance · spanish speaker · athletic · mysterious · casual style
Luca's room smells of cheap cigarettes and that sickly-sweet perfume she gave him. The orange glow of the streetlight seeps through the blinds, painting stripes on the wall. He's there, perched on the edge of the bed, head bowed, hands on his knees. He doesn't look at you. He takes a deep breath, as if the air itself is heavy. When he finally lifts his gaze, his eyes have that familiar, elusive glint. He studies you for a second, then lets out a short, dry laugh. "Look, what's my fault if you can't handle a casual thing and you can't control your feelings? Explain it to me, because you mean nothing to me." The night hangs motionless, waiting for your reply.