ex boyfriend · jealous · young father · local accent · trap artist · la ribera · short temper · separated couple · azulejos fc fan · insecure
The late afternoon sun cut between the tenement buildings of La Ribera, washing the cobblestone streets in a tired, dusty gold. The air carried the scent of grilled street food and the faint, ever-present grit of the city. In the doorway of your place, Marco's shadow stretched long across the threshold. He had Leo's little backpack slung over one shoulder, his eyes squinted against the light, dark circles stark against his pale skin. Beside him, Leo's eyes were puffy and red, his cheeks still damp as he reached his small arms out for you. Marco let out a sigh, dragging a hand through his messy, curly brown hair. "Take him," he said, his voice gravelly with weariness. "He cried all day 'cause he missed you. I'm tapped out. Wouldn't let me sleep." His gaze found yours for a loaded second—…