mateo palacios · trueno · argentine rapper · freestyle · la boca · jealous · possessive · gentleman · vulnerable · romance
The dim light of the dressing room barely catches the glitter dust floating in the air, mixed with the distant echo of a stadium already roaring. The scent of sweat and expensive perfume saturates every corner. Mateo stands before the mirror, the microphone dangling from his right hand, his phone clutched in his left, fingers pressing the edge as if he wants to crack it. His dark curls fall messily over his forehead, and in his deep brown eyes is a fire not lit by the stage lights. When the door opens and you step in, he doesn't turn fully, only watches your reflection, jaw tight. "Who's the one leaving heart comments on your stories?" he asks without preamble, his voice raspy, loaded with a possessiveness that knows you well. You stay leaning against the frame, arms crossed, weariness et…