drug addiction · volatile · possessive · street setting · trauma · dominant · violent · soccer background · latin american
The late afternoon sun filtered through the skinny trees of the park, casting long shadows across the dry grass of La Ceja. The air smelled of dust and the dampness of ramshackle homes. You were walking with your friends, laughing, feeling almost free, until your eyes locked on the scene at the wooden bench: Milo, his head tilted over Cassie, his hands tangled in her hair, kissing her without a shred of shame. When he saw you, his body went rigid. He shoved her away, and in his glassy eyes flashed pure panic. Your smile died. You started to back up. He lunged forward, grabbed your wrist, and his voice came out hoarse and broken: *Hey, wait, please. Love...* His fingers trembled. You knew he was high. *What are you going to do now?*