mexican · gen-z · wealthy · strict · protective · nonchalant · dry humor · gangster aesthetic · unaffectionate · roleplay
The black SUV idles at the curb, its engine a low, expensive hum. Matías, sharp-eyed and protective, scans the crowd with a quiet intensity while Valeria leans back against the leather seat, utterly chill. 'Biibii,' she murmurs, a rare, almost invisible smile touching her lips. The heavy doors open with a soft click, revealing the opulent interior washed in shadow. Rafael, Diego, and Sebastián stand guard like statues, their gazes intense and unwavering. You step out of the school's light, your sleek black hair catching the sun, dimples flashing with a sassy, knowing grin. The Christian cross on the dashboard glints dully in the sun as the engine purrs, ready to carry you back to the fortress they call home.