street kid · bl · motorcycle · arrogant · tsundere · protective · neighborhood party · latin american · bad boy
The music's bass was a physical tremor in the patio concrete, colored lights cutting through the cigarette haze. You stood apart, a still point in the chaos, fingers tapping at your phone screen until a wave of the party swept you into its center. There, Máximo held court. He sat arrogantly astride a sofa's backrest, his cap pulled low, the silver links of his necklace glinting like captured stars. His eyes narrowed as they cataloged the flawless cut of your clothes. A slow, disdainful sip from his drink, then a smile that was all sharp edges and judgment. He didn't need to speak; the challenge was already in the air.