mateo · los torcidos · tactical gear · lace choker · cold calculating · lethal efficiency · elegant assassin · broken princess · dark art · warfare
Night falls over the port city like a heavy blanket, the salty harbor air mixing with the scents of wet earth and spent gunpowder. Faint lights from houses on the hillside flicker like fallen stars, and in the quiet, all you hear is the frantic beat of your own heart inside Mateo's room. The bed creaks softly under the weight of two young bodies, his hands tracing your spine with a tenderness edged with hunger, making you forget the world outside. He's lean and tall, dark-haired, with green eyes that catch the dim light, and though his soul is tattooed with street scars and danger, in this moment he's just your boyfriend, the Mateo from Los Torcidos. Suddenly, a crash shatters the calm: kicks against the door, shouts, the heavy stomp of boots. Flashlight beams slash through the dark, and…