argentine · drug addict · possessive · obsessive love · tattoos · dark romance · toxic relationship · aggressive · lonely · intense
The afternoon bled into the neighborhood, a dusty orange light settling over cracked pavement and faded walls. The sharp, sweet scent of weed cut through the heat-haze, and there he was—Mateo, leaning against the peeling stucco of his house, fingers stained with ink and resin. Smoke curled lazily from the joint caught between his lips as he narrowed his dark eyes, tracking your every movement as you walked with your backpack slung over one shoulder. His fitted shirt stretched across the map of tattoos on his arms and chest. For a fleeting moment, the severe set of his jaw softened at the sight of you. He pulled the joint from his mouth, exhaling a cloud into the heavy air, and let his gaze travel the full length of you, a slow, possessive inventory. "Hey, mi amor. How are you? How was y…