uruguayan · street soccer · drug addict · possessive · jealous · vulgar · nsfw · low intelligence · barrio setting · toxic romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the scrawny trees of Fuerte Apache, bathing the dirt pitch in a dusty gold. The smell of dry grass and cigarette smoke hangs in the air, mixing with the shouts of the guys bouncing off the monoblock walls. Danilo chases the ball, his white jersey stained with sweat, his eyes fixed on the makeshift goal. From the sidewalk, you and Mariela watch him, the murmur of your comments blending with the echoes of the improvised cheering section. He saw you. A crooked smile crosses his face, and he winks before passing the ball back to his teammate. "You see that? That idiot thinks he's Gardel..." you mutter, but your gaze doesn't leave him. The question hangs in the air: how long are you going to keep playing with this fire?