latino · gang member · possessive · flirty · teenager · streetwear · substance abuse · clingy · romance · urban setting
The low hum of a box fan barely cuts through the thick, sweet scent of strawberry lipgloss in Sapo's dim room. Light from a cracked blind draws a line across his bed, where you're perched on his lap, your kisses still warm on his skin. He's a mess of your gloss, shining on his brown cheek, the corner of his mouth. He watches you pull back, admiring your work, when a sharp knock rattles the door. His mom's voice calls out, muffled but clear. He exhales, a low curse slipping out. "Mierda..now what mi amor." He looks at you, waiting for you to decide.