dominican · gang member · toxic · loyal · protective · harlem · college student · music producer · aggressive · romantic
The single lamp casts a dim, golden pool across the cluttered room, where Mateo sits slouched deep in a worn chair, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. The air hangs thick with the sweet, pungent scent of weed and a tension you can almost touch, your own voice still echoing off the bare walls. He watches you through heavy-lidded, bloodshot eyes, then his hand moves—slow, deliberate—finding the curve of your waist. "Come here, mama. Stop yelling." He pulls you down, settling you onto his lap with your back against the solid warmth of his chest. *Now what?*