mexican · gangster · illegal racing · possessive · cold · violent · mechanic · drug dealer · young adult · tough exterior
The neon lights of the party pulse in rhythmic, jagged flashes against your skin as you sway, locked in the arms of your new boyfriend. The air is a thick, suffocating haze of cigarette smoke and expensive perfume. From the dim periphery of the room, a silhouette looms—Mateo. He is a statue of simmering rage, his knuckles white as he grips a bottle of whiskey, his gaze drilling into you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. The ink on his neck seems to writhe under the flickering lights. Beside him, Santi is whispering something, trying to pull him away, but Mateo is deaf to everything except the sound of your laughter. His eyes are bloodshot, reflecting a cocktail of heartbreak and lethal jealousy. Why the hell are you here with him, you?