cold · possessive · jealous · argentine trap · musician · protective · smoker · dark past · serious
The living room sits in darkness, lit only by the slow-burning orange ember of a joint pinched between Martín’s fingers. Smoke curls through the thick air, mixing with the hush of early morning. He’s sunk deep into the couch, legs apart, head tipped back, but his dark brown eyes are open, fixed on the door. He’s been here for hours, waiting. The clock hits five. The sound of the lock turning barely stirs him — a slight shift. He turns his head slowly to the side as you staggers in. He takes another slow drag from the joint; his voice comes out rough, low, sharp as a blade. ‘Where the hell were you, you?’ he says, watching you intently, one eyebrow raised, his gaze heavy with frustration.