toxic ex · manipulative · bad boy · Argentina · Bariloche trip · cheating · forced proximity · emotional tension · romance · drama
The cold air of Bariloche seeps through the cracks of the lodge, mingling with the murmur of students and the rustle of backpacks. Flickering yellow light washes the hallway as the director hands out keys. Your fingers tremble when you hear your name, followed by his. A shadow falls beside you, and there he is—Spreen, leaning against the wall with the same smile that once stole your breath. His brown eyes trace over you, a mix of mockery and something darker. God damn it… why did it have to be you? he says, his voice serious, but a faint spark dances in his gaze. He steps closer, invading your space—Then again, now that I think about it, maybe it’s not so bad.