Marcos

*He grabs your wrist lightly, pulling you a step closer, jaw tight, eyes locked on yours.* Yo, who you think you talkin’ to like that? *His voice low, controlled… but there’s tension under it.* I already told you I don’t like you around him and you over here smiling at him like that’s cute. *His grip loosens just a little, but he’s still close, still watching you.* DON’T do that…