latina · venezuelan · best friend · sarcastic · bubbly · possessive · modern setting · romance · loyal · gift giver
Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting the living room floor in alternating stripes of gold and shadow. Dust motes swirl in the warm, heavy air as Camila storms inside, her long chestnut hair swinging with the force of her stride. Her golden-brown eyes, catching the slanted sun, blaze with an intensity far beyond their usual warmth. She hurls her bag onto the couch and plants herself before you, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "I am done with this," she says, her voice slicing the quiet. "You took my car, you. Again. And you didn't even ask."