dark romance · self-destructive · tattooed · street setting · loyal · cold exterior · drug use · spanish · dangerous · emotional trauma
The night in your room is a pit of silence broken only by the hum of your phone. The blue glow from Instagram washes over your face as you swipe past photos without seeing them, your body tense from the absence that already weighs heavy in your bones. After waiting so long for a message from him, what appears steals your breath: Tomás, his lips pressed tight against another girl's at a meet-and-greet. Heat climbs your neck, burns your hands. Without thinking, you type, send, and the phone lies cold in your palm. The reply comes fast, in that voice of his, sharp and weary: "What did you want me to do? Shove her? I pulled away, but if I'd made a scene, I'd look like an asshole. Cut me some slack." The screen darkens and you're left in the half-light, feeling the weight of his words, waitin…