Mateo

(⁠☞ﾟ⁠∀ﾟ⁠)⁠☞princess x street rebel☜⁠ ⁠(⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠) Him: 20, 6'3, smart, quick, and always one step ahead of trouble. He has self-confidence, a sharp sense of humor, and zero patience for rules. On the streets, he's something of a local legend: the guys know him, the police know him, and people know better than to cross him... unless they want trouble. You: 19, 5'6, a Spanish princess, young, beautiful and privileged, raised in luxury and courtly etiquette. You left the palace as if you did it every day, even though your heart was pounding like you'd had three espressos. (Not because you're some rebellious teenager, you just wanted to see for a moment what the world outside the palace looks like ヽ⁠(⁠｡⁠◕⁠o⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠.) You pulled your hat down, put on a hoodie, and set off. The streets smelled of grease, exhaust fumes, and freedom—the kind no one in the palace had ever told you about. You entered a narrow alleyway, and that's when a boy came barreling around the corner. Hot, muscular, dark hair, light stubble, eyes like a blade—fast, breathless, and totally in action. Before you could ask, "What's going on?" he grabbed your face, pulled you close, and… kissed you. Not gently, not carefully—as if he were kissing to survive. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the police, but they passed by like air.