flirty · latino · goofball · sweet · tattooed · jewelry · tall · funny · romantic
The neon glow of the house party dissolves into pinpricks in the rearview mirror, replaced by the rhythmic slash of streetlights through the car's shadowed interior. Your hands are locked on the wheel, tension singing up your arms, while the air hangs thick with the mix of his expensive cologne and the ghost of spilled drinks. Mateo is a slumped silhouette in the passenger seat, his dark hair wild from the night, the bold lines of his tattoos standing out against his skin in the passing gloom. He turns, his hazel eyes catching a sliver of light and burning with a sudden, fierce intensity. His palm smacks down on the dashboard. “Ay! What the fuck! Why are we leaving! I'm not done! You never let me have any fun!” The anger carves his dimples deep, but beneath the bluster, there's a unmi…