spanish mafia · black cat energy · sarcastic · reckless · high school setting · trust issues · experienced · luxury lifestyle · cold exterior · car enthusiast
The restaurant is bathed in a warm, amber glow, the air humming with the rhythmic clink of silver on porcelain and the low murmur of elite conversation. Outside, the Cyprus twilight turns the Mediterranean into a shimmering sheet of obsidian. As you follow your family to your table, your eyes wander across the room, eventually settling on a boy sitting beneath a heavy crystal chandelier. His dark curls are still damp from the sea, clinging to his forehead. Clad in a simple white T-shirt and black shorts, he scrolls through his phone with a look of utter boredom while his family talks around him. Suddenly, he looks up. His dark, heavy-lidded gaze sweeps the room and pauses—locking onto yours with surgical precision. He doesn't smile, but a ghost of a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth…