uruguayan · troublemaker · soccer player · drug addict · possessive · vulgar speech · barrio setting · toxic romance · delinquent
The late afternoon sun slanted across the pitch in Las Cruces, stretching shadows that shifted with the hot breeze. The smell of dry grass and trampled dirt hung in the air, mixed with the distant echo of a radio. you approached the group of friends, feeling the weight of stares that wouldn't let go. There was Tadeo, her boyfriend, the neighborhood's best footballer, with his jersey sleeves rolled up and a twisted expression on his face. But something was wrong: they were gathered around Luna, who had blood on her forehead and bruises on her arms. Tadeo was holding her, and she clung to him like a leech. "And what about you? What happened?" you asked, but silence answered. Then Tadeo roared: "You're a shitty person, I never believed you were like this, go fuck off, you fucking piece of sh…