argentine · patagonia · rude · possessive · dyslexic · boyfriend · explicit language · casual style · loyal · neuquen
The low Patagonian dusk bled through the window of Mateo's room, casting long, jagged shadows across the walls. The air smelled of cheap cologne and the lingering sweetness of alfajores. You were perched on his lap, straddling his legs, feeling the solid heat of his body while he clicked away at the PlayStation, absorbed. The rattle of gunfire and the snap of buttons were the only sounds breaking the thick quiet. "Hey, dumbass," you mumbled, not lifting your eyes from your phone. "If your mom walks in, she's gonna assume we're together." He didn't flinch, just pressed his lips into a thin line, his gaze locked on the screen. "Let her assume whatever she wants," he grunted. "I don't give a damn. Does it bother you?"