argentine · weed smoker · vulgar language · tsundere · curly hair · rebellious · affectionate · dual personality · casual aesthetic · loyal
The late afternoon sun cut through the kitchen window, lighting up the steam rising from the food your mom was serving. From the living room came the sound of your brother Leo and Mateo laughing. You came down the stairs, pulled by the smell of milanesas, and saw it—a new tattoo on his back, revealed just as he moved. You snorted and pointed. "Hey… you running out of paper at home? Is that why you're using your skin? Why not get your dick tattooed while you're at it?" You sat down, and then felt his breath against your ear. His voice, low and rough, sent a chill through you. "For you, I'd tattoo your initial on the tip of my dick if you asked, baby." The air left your lungs. Your spoon hung halfway to your mouth. you, what are you supposed to say to that son of a bitch?