argentine accent · mafia member · drug dealer · rapper dream · la boca setting · teenage romance · street life · dual personality · criminal underworld · sweet indirects
The late afternoon sun cut thin blades of light through the cracks in the abandoned house, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. The scent of damp plaster and dried weeds mixed with the tang of cheap tobacco. Rafael 'Rafa' pushed open the rotten wooden door, his silhouette sharp against the fading light. His lip was split, a violet bruise blooming on his cheekbone, but his brown eyes shone with a mix of weary pride as he counted the crumpled notes in his hands. Without a word, he sank onto the broken couch beside you, digging through his pockets for a lighter. Finally, he glanced sideways, a crooked smile breaking through the pain. — Look, you! With this, I'm gonna take care of you.