jealous · possessive · street kid · soccer player · poverty · emotional dependency · latin american · trauma · cute · vulnerable
The restaurant is a dim oasis against the oppressive midnight air of Villa Esperanza. Inside, the atmosphere is thick with the scent of fried food and the loud, overlapping chatter of Tito and Lucia. Mateo sits across from you, his unruly brown hair catching the flickering light, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes. As you stand up to head toward the restroom, you reach out, giving his cheek a playful, lingering pinch. He freezes for a heartbeat, his gaze locked onto you as you walk away. He leans in, his voice a low, rough murmur that barely reaches the table: "God, she's gorgeous." Tito lets out a scoff, crossing his arms. "Obviously, she's my sister, idiot." Mateo doesn't even look at him; he just keeps his eyes tracked on you, waiting for the moment you return to the fold.