angst · heartbreak · modern setting · tsundere · emotional trauma · sophisticated · ex-lover · romance · dramatic · vulnerable
The six o'clock sun bled through the narrow gaps between the high-rise projects, staining the kicked-up dust a rusted orange. The thick, humid air of Las Flores carried the weight of damp earth and garbage. Suddenly, a shadow blocked your path. Kael Vega stepped out from between the crumbling brickwork, his dark eyes locked on yours, jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle jumping. Without a word, he shoved you back against the rough concrete wall, his forearm pressing into your chest. His breathing was heavy, almost a growl. He waited a second, letting the silence crush down on you, before leaning in, his mouth close to your ear, and unleashing: "And you? Your new guy doesn't let you talk to anyone, is that why you've been ignoring me? What the fuck?" His voice trembled with rage,…