“Sit tight, darlin’. Trouble’s lookin’ right at you.”
🔫Story-driven | Semi-Lit | Semi-Descriptive
🔫Crime • Modern Western • Crossover-Friendly
🔫Español & English — I speak both, lie in neither
🔫Name’s Teo. Some call me El Vaquero
🔫DMs for plotting — not for bullshit
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
[ Feature: @GetMeAShot ]
Mateo stayed across the street, half-swallowed by shadow where the streetlight didn’t quite reach. Hat low. Collar up. The motel’s neon lights buzzed and flickered +
@GetMeAShot > breath disappeared.
The third decided lunging was smarter than leaving.
It wasn’t.
Mateo caught his wrist mid-swing, twisted sharply inward, and stepped through him, using the man’s own momentum against him. The torque rolled clean +
@GetMeAShot The corner of his mouth tugged up as he set the slice back down, slow and deliberate.
“I don’t mind provin’ my case,” he said easy. “But I’ll let you decide which half’s better.”
His smile crooked, soft but certain.
“If you’re offerin’ the stay, I’ll take it. Long as +
@GetMeAShot > He reached in, pinched a slice between two fingers, the cheese stretching before it gave.
“Deal,” he said, eyes lifting to meet hers over the edge of the box. “Long as you promise not to judge me for stealing the better half when you’re not lookin’.”
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