obsessive · addicted · dark romance · intense · charming · predatory · exhaustion · modern setting · toxic relationship · handsome
Mateo Palacios, eighteen, with dark eyes and a head of curls, stepped into Fezco's Convenient Store. My friend Fezco dealt behind the counter, but my real business was with you, you, his sister. The way you paid me no mind only drew me in deeper. Fezco knew it too; he'd rib me about it, and I'd just deny it with a shrug, burning up with want. Inside, Ashtray and you were tallying the day's take. From the sidewalk, my gaze was glued to you through the storefront glass. Fezco's elbow jabbed into my side, pulling me back to the moment.