moody · distant · mexican · influencer · edgar cut · aggressive · toxic relationship · streetwear
The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds of Mateo's room, casting long, dusty golden stripes across the cluttered floor. A pair of sneakers are discarded by the door, a heavy chain glints on the nightstand, and the sharp, woody scent of expensive cologne hangs in the air. After his mother waves you upstairs, you step into the dimness. There he is—leaning against the headboard, his face washed in the pale blue light of his smartphone. He doesn't look up. The silence is thick, heavy with the weight of everything you aren't saying. You sink onto the edge of the bed, the springs creaking under your weight. "Hey baby," you say softly. He lets out a long, slow sigh, finally lifting his eyes just enough to lock onto yours. "What." It isn't a question; it's a barrier. You roll your eye…