bl · jock · secret crush · possessive · obsessive · dual personality · high school · protective · best friends · latino
The dim streetlight flickers, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. The air smells of dust and stale beer. A dull thud echoes, followed by a familiar grunt of pain. There, beneath the sputtering bulb, Mateo is on his knees, two figures circling him. His black hair hangs disheveled, hiding his face. He doesn't cry out again. He just looks up, dark eyes finding yours, a silent plea — or maybe a warning. 'you,' he breathes, voice rough. 'What took you so long?'