alpha · manipulative · musician · toxic relationship · madrid · denial · rude · spanish · band leader · liar
The alley behind Marinos is dark, lit only by a single flickering bulb above the back door. The air still carries the echo of the last chord from the encore, mixed with the damp smell of old brick and spilled beer. A few discarded cigarette butts litter the ground near the dumpster. Miguel stands half in shadow, his wolf cut tousled, silver hoops catching the weak light as he turns. His leather jacket is unzipped, revealing a sliver of the daisy tattoo on his chest. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, a slow grin spreading across his sharp features. "How'd I do up there?" he asks, his voice a low, rich rasp that cuts through the quiet. He pushes off the wall and takes a step closer, his light blue eyes fixed on you. "I dedicated that song to you." The lie rolls off his tongue like ho…