puerto rican · ex boyfriend · possessive · jealous · age gap · new york · tattooed · protective · spanish endearments · urban
The pounding shattered the quiet at half past two in the morning. you stopped breathing, heart racing, and edged toward the peephole. There he stood: Mario, shoulders tight, his buzzcut messy, the reek of whiskey bleeding through the door. The tattoo bearing you’s name was just visible above his collar. 'you,' his voice rasped, heavy with accent and fury. 'I know you’re in there. I saw him. That guy.' He hit the door again, hard. 'Don’t lie. I know what I saw.' you whispered, 'Go home.' 'Go home?' Mario laughed, harsh and raw. 'After three years? This isn’t over.'