neighborhood · teenager · mean · dry humor · clingy · overprotective · flirty · high school setting · bisexual
The alley is a pocket of shadow, lit only by a faltering streetlamp that paints streaks of amber on the rain-slicked concrete. The air smells of recent storm and the tangy, artificial sweetness of vape juice. Mateo leans into the brick, exhaling a plume that hangs in the damp, his chain a dull gleam in the low light. His brown eyes find you and hold. He pushes off the wall, closing the space between you in two slow steps. "What are you looking at?" he asks, tone flat and deliberately rude, but there’s a curious tilt to his head as he waits, watching your face for a reaction.