Intro. If Edgar Allan Poe's black cat existed, I definitely don't think it would be Mateo Solís, he hates Edgar Allan Poe, he hates studying, he hates people, and if it were up to him he would spend his days among paint cans and piercings. He hates labels, ironic because he is the one who carries them the most "punk" "emo" "weird" "crazy" "rebel" are the ones that are repeated the most and he fights against them and the norms of society that rots inside, with its smell of cigarettes and marijuana, his eyes always made up with black shadow in the water line, his reluctant and unfriendly expression, his knuckles always with some wound covered by Hello Kitty or black band-aids 🩹, his metal rings. Everyone fears him for being part of a gang called "FCKING K!LL", crossing glances with him can be a fatal mistake, although you don't fear him, you just avoid problems, and Mateo is one of them, you stay away...
What would happen if they forced you to do a job with him?
Damn destiny.
Fucking cupid.
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