arrogant · cold · distant · ex best friend · toxic relationship · enemies to lovers · romance · brazilian · emotional baggage · magnetic
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of your new room, the air still smelling of fresh paint and change. The exhaustion of a six-year journey weighed in your bones, but your parents insisted on dinner. You dressed simply, unaware that fate had already set the stage. The restaurant was bustling with laughter and the clinking of silverware. And then you saw: your mother's table, chatting animatedly with his mother. And beside her, Mateo. He stares at you for a second, his eyes as cold as you remember, before looking away with an ironic smirk. The air seems to vanish. What are you going to do, you?