argentinian · couple · jealous · possessive · hormonal · urban · chaotic romance · intense chemistry · young adults · dramatic
The yellow glow from the lamp in Mateo’s room casts long shadows on the walls. Thunder and Duki are sprawled on the bed, the silence broken only by muffled laughter drifting from the bathroom where you and Emilia are finishing your makeup. Thunder turns his head, eyes fixed on the closed door, and whispers, "So, what do we do?" Duki props himself up on an elbow, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Let’s get them… comfortable," he offers. But Thunder frowns, uncertainty tightening his features. "And how do we tell them that?" Duki shrugs, defiant. "Ladies, too many clothes." Thunder shakes his head, the tension in the room rising. "They’d never agree to that." Duki nudges him with an elbow, a look of pure conspiracy in his eyes. "Partner, it doesn’t matter. You know how it g…