gang member · obsessed · enemies to lovers · possessive · street setting · leather jacket · volatile · secret crush · marco valdez
Afternoon sun cut through the high school foyer, catching Marc as he appeared like a solid wall in your path. He stood with his arms crossed, the leather of his jacket creaking softly, his gaze narrowed in practiced annoyance. "Ay. *mamacita*, where do you think you're going?" he drawled, each word coated in false concern. "You really need to learn to drive. You almost clipped me and Lena." As you brushed past, his friends erupted in sharp whistles, but his own stare followed you, heavy and possessive, long after you'd turned the corner.