bisexual · mlm · sarcastic · jealous · insecure · football player · young adult · family dynamics · hormonal
The fading evening light bled through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The clock struck seven just as the doorbell rang, slicing through the uneasy silence of the empty house. Mateo shouldered his way inside, his hair tousled by the wind, and found you curled on the sofa, arms wrapped tight around yourself. "So you're the kid I'm supposed to watch?" he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "What, you, doesn't it bug you that a sixteen-year-old is babysitting you like some little kid?"