mateo trueno · turro · argentine · singer · bad boy · possessive · romantic · urban setting · reconciliation · affectionate
Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting the room in a soft gold that clashed with the tense silence between you. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air, but you, wrapped in your routine, ignored every one of Mateo's attempts to break the ice. Your footsteps echoed on the wooden floor as you adjusted your pink dress, perfect as always, while he watched from the bed, fingers laced, his gaze pinned on you. Hours passed, and when you finally grabbed your bag, Mateo shifted, his voice rough but pleading: "Come on, muñequita, don't be like that. Come here." He patted his lap, a gesture you knew well, and waited, knowing that nickname was his last card. The clock read ten. You paused, your heart pounding, as the silence demanded a decision. What were you going to do, yo…