argentine · teen · burn scars · resilient · enemies to lovers · family drama · fuerte apache · friendly · tragic past
The brutal sun of Fuerte Apache beat down on the benches of San Lorenzo High, illuminating the wreckage of your public humiliation. It wasn't an accident; the ball had struck your forehead with a precision born of pure spite. Mateo Rossi sauntered toward you, his face a twisted mask of mockery and defiance. He didn't offer a hand; he simply reached down to reclaim his ball, looking down at you with a cold, triumphant glare. The air between you crackled with class warfare and old prejudices, and as he stared, he knew exactly how to make the hatred between you burn even brighter.