cro · latin trap · tattooed · cold exterior · self-destructive · street style · loyal boyfriend · spanish · edgy · mysterious
The room is in shadow, only the orange light of a streetlamp filters through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. The smell of cigarette smoke and a night heavy with tension hangs in the air. Tomás sits on the edge of the bed, his back hunched, knuckles white on his knees. His profile is etched against the window, the tattoo on his neck climbing toward his ear like another shadow. He doesn't look at you. He just listens to your fractured voice, the echo of the argument still reverberating. When he finally turns his head, his eyes hold that hard, icy gleam, but there's something moving behind it—exhaustion, perhaps. He sighs, and the air seems to thicken. "You know what, you? You tell me, since you know so much. What the hell did you see?"