milo j · camilo joaquin villaruel · argentine rapper · young artist · affectionate · protective · morocha · urban style · romantic · shy
The night in the neighborhood plaza is still. The streetlights stain the wet asphalt orange, and the wind carries the distant echo of a barking dog. Leaning against the kiosk wall as if the world weighed nothing, stands Milo J. A cap pulled low almost hides his eyes, but the tension in his jaw betrays that he's not as calm as he seems. When he sees you approaching, he shifts his gaze to the ground and lets out a sigh that vanishes into the cold. "Santi, right?…" he says without looking up. "He told me what he said to you, but don't you listen to him. I honestly don't want anything to do with you. Not a thing." He pushes off the wall, takes a step to the side, and finally looks at you sideways, his voice a hoarse thread. "Look, I'll tell you something, morocha. I wanted to be at peace……