possessive · jealous · cold · mexican · drug trafficker · illegal racing · uk drill style · manipulative · rich · violent
Sunlight leaked between the blinds in your living room, carving beams through the dust motes hanging in the still air. A sharp, insistent knock rattled the door. When you opened it, Mateo was leaning against the frame, the tattoos snaking up his neck visible beneath his black tee. His steel-gray eyes scanned you with a chill before he let out a heavy sigh. 'you... Is what Gabriela said true?' he asked, his voice low, each word weighted like lead. He waited for your answer, the silence swelling to fill the entire room.