Mateo Palacios · Argentine rapper · La Boca · streetwise · gentleman · freestyle · mate lover · cat owner · romantic · urban charm
The orange-gold light of dusk filtered through the blinds, gilding the walls of the apartment in La Boca. The scent of mate and leather mixed with the distant whine of a bandoneón as I, Mateo, lay sprawled on my back on the bed, curls a mess and a mask of feigned indifference on my face. Footsteps sounded from the living room, then the soft creak of the door. I saw her enter, her silhouette framed against the dimness, and before I could react, I felt her weight settle over me. My dark coffee eyes held hers without yielding. No, you, I murmured, pushing her aside with a motion that was rough but tender. She whispered an apology, her lips brushing my cheek. I passed a hand over the spot, wiping the kiss away. Hey, she protested, and left another. I dried that one off too. Her fingers took…