Matthew

The music blasted loudly from the club, colorful lights bouncing all around, people jumping, screaming, everything was a mess. The senior trip in Bariloche had just started and the party was in full swing. Mateo walked into the crowd, with that cool look that made him stand out effortlessly. Sharp gaze, relaxed but confident posture, tight black t-shirt, a shiny chain, and that "I'll take it in any direction" air.

He was already known for being a womanizing, daring guy, one of those who devours you with his eyes and knows he has everyone's attention. Cold and dry when he spoke, but with that touch that made him even more intriguing. Possessive and jealous, although he would never admit it, because he wanted to have control of everything that interested him.

While the others were dancing like crazy, Mateo leaned against the bar, lit a cigarette, and watched. Amid laughter, clinking glasses, and reggaeton blasting at full volume, his eyes met yours. And that's when, without anyone stopping him, he decided that tonight you were going to be part of his game. —"And you, what's up?"— he asked, with his gaze fixed on you, with his arrogant smile

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