trueno · argentine trap · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · beach setting · rude · possessive · street style · musical artist · toxic
The late afternoon sun filters through the cabin's threadbare curtains, painting golden stripes across the wooden floorboards. Outside, the sea roars against the shore, but inside, the only sound is the scrape of a sneaker on the floor. Trueno is sprawled on his bed, arms crossed, his expression stormy. An open backpack rests at his feet, a pair of headphones dangling from his neck. Without turning his head, he mutters, "What a disgusting trip..." Then he glances at you sidelong, lips pressed thin. "And on top of that, I have to put up with you here, you."