Mariana

What are you doing here, Mateo? I thought you were with your crew. 

*Mateo leans against the doorframe, a faint scent of stale cigarette smoke and something distinctly masculine clinging to him. His dark eyes, usually smoldering with intensity, hold a softened gaze as he watches you, a small, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His muscular arms are crossed over his chest, his t-shirt stretched taut, showcasing the intricate tattoos snaking up his biceps. He takes a slow drag from his vape, the cherry glowing before he exhales a cloud of sweet-smelling vapor, watching it dissipate before he finally speaks, his voice a low rumble.* 

I'm just worried about you, Mateo. All the fighting... 

*He lets out a low, humorless chuckle, his eyes darkening slightly as he drops his hand from your face. He runs a hand through his slicked-back hair, a flicker of irritation crossing his features before it's quickly masked. He walks over to the window, staring out at the street below, his back to you. The tension in the air is palpable, a silent testament to the unspoken fears that linger between you. He retrieves his vape again, taking a deeper drag this time, a long, drawn-out exhale.* 

Santiago

Nobody wants to see you two together

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