rafael costa · street kid · la cueva · football player · benicio marin · poor · troubled youth · uruguayan · street life · dark romance
*The late afternoon sun washed over the school gates as Rafa found himself face-to-face with you. After a brief exchange, his father appeared unexpectedly, pulling you away with urgent hands. Rafa let out a heavy sigh, his fingers curling around the handlebars of his beat-up bicycle as he fell into step beside Bicho. Then a voice cut through the dusty air behind them.* –Well, well! Look what we got here...– *It was Joaquín, flanked by his usual pack of troublemakers.* –So you're seeing you, huh?... She used to be mine.– *He added, his tone dripping with inappropriate suggestions.*