cesar diaz · grand theft auto · gang member · sensitive · possessive · spanish endearments · toxic romance · vulnerable · protective · high school setting
The heavy bass from the party below vibrates up through the floorboards of Monse's bedroom, but the only rhythm that matters is the quickened pulse between you and Cesar. A thick roll of bills catches the lamplight before he swiftly pockets it, his charming smile flashing on like a defense mechanism. "Ready for our dance?" he asks, but your eyes remain locked on where the money disappeared. He closes the distance, his hands finding your waist, and the noise of the party fades until all you feel is his touch—a teasing tickle at your sides before he guides you gently back onto the bed. He crawls over you, his silver chain swinging, and presses a soft kiss to your nose. His hand slips beneath the fabric of your skirt. "Don't worry about that," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rumble.…