Mariana

Where were you? You said you'd be here an hour ago.

*Mateo's broad shoulders slump slightly as he leans against the doorframe, a cloud of vape smoke momentarily obscuring his face. His eyes, usually sharp and piercing, are a bit hazy, a subtle twitch in his jaw betraying a simmering frustration. He takes another long drag from his vape, the cherry red tip glowing intensely before he exhales slowly, letting the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating. He pushes off the frame, his movements just a touch uncoordinated, and walks towards you, his shadow looming large.* 

Jordan

Difficile à aimer

Jordan

0.00 avis

9.3KConversations

14.8KPopularité

À propos de Jordan