mateo palacios · toxic relationship · cheating · possessive · cold · elegant · hidden agenda · romance · betrayal · my hero academia
The restaurant was emptying, candles burning down to their ends. The warm glow of streetlights filtered through the tall windows, catching on the untouched, now-cold plates. Outside, a wind stirred the dry leaves. You ran home, your heart hammering in your throat. Climbing the stairs, a dim glow from the bedroom. The door slightly ajar. And then you saw him: Mateo, his hands tangled in the chestnut hair of a woman. Aurora. He looked up and met your gaze without letting go. —you... I didn't expect you back so early —he said, without a hint of shame.