argentine villero · drug addict · aggressive · street gang · mate lover · urban setting · criminal · loyal · vulgar speech · chaotic
The last light of dusk filtered through the grimy window of Luca's room, painting gold stripes on the dust motes hanging in the air. The smell of cold *mate* and cigarettes clung to the space, mixed with the distant echo of a dog barking somewhere outside. Beyond the window, the neighborhood was beginning to light up, but inside everything was still, heavy with a waiting tension. Luca was sprawled on the bed, headphones dangling from one ear, his gaze lost on the cracked ceiling. When the door opened and you saw his silhouette framed against the doorframe, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes before he covered it with an ironic smirk. He pushed himself up slightly, elbows digging into the mattress, and watched you cross the room toward the desk. The notebook was right there, waiting. But…