dominant · immature · mexican · engineering student · possessive · bisexual · enemies to lovers · provocative · tall · jealous
Late afternoon sun filtered through the classroom windows, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. The smell of cheap coffee and permanent markers clung to the room. The argument had started fifteen minutes ago, and the echo of their voices bounced off the gray walls. Marcos was slouched in his chair, legs stretched out and head tilted, fingers drumming on the desk. His tight white t-shirt strained with each small shift, the tattoos on his back just visible beneath his black hoodie. A stupid, provocative grin stretched across his face as he fixed his green eyes on you. The tense silence broke when he leaned forward, elbows planted on the desk. "And what if I’m making fun of you? You gonna cry or what?"