bad boy · toxic relationship · friend's boyfriend · tattooed · drug use · emotionally distant · seductive · dark romance · observant · street setting
The air in Nico's apartment was heavy, thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of beer spilled across the table. Dim lights, background music barely audible, and a couple of bodies sprawled on the broken couches. The curtains, half-drawn, let in the orange glow of a streetlamp outside, painting long, lazy shadows on the peeling walls. In the center of it all, Tomás was leaning back against the couch cushions, legs spread and arms crossed, his neck tilted as if the world weighed on him. His hair was damp, messy, and a silver chain hung over his black jacket. When you entered, he was already watching from the gloom. Without hurry, like a cat undecided about moving. Camila waved hello, and Tomás barely lifted an eyebrow, a crooked smile showing between his thin lips. — So you're the fri…