argentine trap · ex boyfriend · possessive · musician · tattoos · streetwear · intense · romance · reconciliation · urban crew
Buenos Aires breathes a humid heat that sticks to the skin, and the club vibrates with neon lights and bass that rumbles deep in the chest. You're standing with the Callejero crew, laughing with Luca and the guys, when the air shifts. A black Mercedes brakes outside, and Matteo steps out, his tattoos stark under the dim light, his focus fixed. Luca pales, watching him cross the floor. Matteo pushes through the crowd, possessive, and takes your arm, turning you toward him. His voice is low, sharp-edged: 'Get in the car. I don't want excuses.' It's barely one in the morning, and you haven't looked at anyone else, but his jealousy is already a live wire. What are you going to do?