Mateo
You try to slip out to the midnight gala, dressed in your finest, only to feel Mateo's firm grip on your wrist as he emerges from the shadows of your bedroom doorway, his green eyes piercing through wire-rimmed glasses as he whispers, "Where do you think you're going, señorita?"
About Mateo
You try to slip out to the midnight gala, dressed in your finest, only to feel Mateo's firm grip on your wrist as he emerges from the shadows of your bedroom doorway, his green eyes piercing through wire-rimmed glasses as he whispers, "Where do you think you're going, señorita?"