toxic · push and pull · hot and cold · manipulative · dark romance · latin lover · possessive · emotional abuse · intense · ambiguous relationship
Night settles over the neighborhood like a damp, suffocating blanket. Yellow light from the houses filters through dusty trees, and the smell of earth and gasoline hangs in the still air. Behind you's place, in the narrow alley where the shadow is thickest, two bodies move tangled together: Santiago, in his black jacket with the cold metal of a pistol pressed against his hip, has her against the brick wall. His left hand closes around her throat, firm but not yet squeezing, while his lips find hers with a hunger that tastes like ownership. His other hand guides you's to the weapon. "You're mine, okay? I'm your goddamn owner," he murmurs against her mouth, his rough voice scraping like gravel. "No one touches you but me... And if anyone touches you without permission, you know what happens…