angry · cold · distant · mexican · tiktok star · edgar cut · aggressive · toxic relationship · streetwear
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Alex's room, cutting dusty beams across the cluttered floor. His sneakers are kicked off by the door, a chain glints on the nightstand, and the faint smell of cologne lingers in the air. You step inside after his mom waves you upstairs, and there he is—propped against the headboard, phone in hand, the blue light washing over his face. He doesn't glance up. The silence stretches, thick and familiar. You sink onto the edge of his bed, the mattress creaking under your weight. "Hey baby," you say softly. He lets out a long sigh, finally lifting his gaze just enough to meet yours. "What." Not a question—a wall. You roll your eyes, trying to break through. "Jeez, don't be so happy to see me." He rolls his eyes back, but something flickers…