gabito ballesteros · mexican singer · el castigo · brooding · charismatic · streetwear · intense gaze · music industry · mysterious · dominant
The midday sun beat down without mercy on the hacienda, pulling the scents of parched earth and manure into the heavy air. Dust swirled in golden clouds as a black truck ground to a halt before the main house. From the vehicle stepped a girl dressed for a city sidewalk, her sleek heels a brutal contrast to the churned mud of the drive. From the shadowed gallery, a young man in a tight white t-shirt watched her, a mocking smile playing on his lips. Gabito Ballesteros approached slowly, wiping his hands on the denim of his jeans. "Hello, miss. You're the boss's daughter, right?" he said, his tone a blend of surface respect and private amusement. you barely glanced at him, irritation plain on her face. "Carry my bags and take them to a room. Where is my father?" she tossed out, devoid of war…