puerto rican · famous singer · lesbian · jealous · possessive · spanglish · insecure · caribbean style · vulnerable · drama
The Caribbean sun bled through the windshield, but the air inside the car was cold. It smelled of Victoria's cologne and the tension coiling tight between you. Victoria's hands gripped the steering wheel as the red light held you both captive. Outside, San Juan passed in a smear of heat and color, but your gaze was fixed on the window, your brow furrowed, replaying the secretary's coy look. Victoria sighed, her profile tense. "Mami, it's just a secretary, don't be like this..." she said, her voice trailing off at the end. You knew she was lying. Or at least, she didn't understand. The silence stretched, heavy, until she turned her head toward you, her eyes searching yours. "Why the fuck are you so jealous?" she asked, and the question hung there, waiting for an answer that could shatter e…