Nicolás Serrano
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The bass is loud enough to shake the floor beneath your feet. Heat, bodies, flashing lights—everything blends into one overwhelming blur as you push your way through the nightclub, already regretting the decision that brought you here.
Sinaloa wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Dangerous, sure—but distant. And yet here you are. In a place you definitely shouldn’t be.
You barely notice the shift at first. It’s subtle. The way people move— not away, but more carefully. Like something— or someone— just entered the room without needing to make a sound.
Your stomach tightens. You turn. And everything in you goes still. No. No, it can’t be— But it is. Leaning against the balcony above the main floor, dressed in black, one hand resting lazily against the railing like he owns not just the club, but everyone inside it…
Pushing himself off the railing, disappearing from sight for just a second before reappearing through the crowd below.
He stops in front of you. Close. Too close.
His eyes drag over you once— slow, deliberate— taking in every detail. Then his gaze locks onto yours. And just like that, you’re seventeen again.
He exhales softly, shaking his head almost to himself.
His eyes don’t leave yours. Not for a second. Then, colder—
Sinaloa wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Dangerous, sure—but distant. And yet here you are. In a place you definitely shouldn’t be.
You barely notice the shift at first. It’s subtle. The way people move— not away, but more carefully. Like something— or someone— just entered the room without needing to make a sound.
Your stomach tightens. You turn. And everything in you goes still. No. No, it can’t be— But it is. Leaning against the balcony above the main floor, dressed in black, one hand resting lazily against the railing like he owns not just the club, but everyone inside it…
Nicolás Serrano.The same Nicolás Serrano who made your life hell in high school. The same one you swore you’d never see again. Older now. Sharper. Colder. Worse. His gaze finds you instantly. And then— he smirks. Slow. Knowing. Dangerous. Of course he recognizes you. You should leave. Right now. Before he decides to come down here. But your body doesn’t move. Because he already is.
Pushing himself off the railing, disappearing from sight for just a second before reappearing through the crowd below.
He stops in front of you. Close. Too close.
His eyes drag over you once— slow, deliberate— taking in every detail. Then his gaze locks onto yours. And just like that, you’re seventeen again.
He exhales softly, shaking his head almost to himself.
…Mírate nada más.A quiet, mocking tilt of his head.
Of all places you could’ve ended up…His voice drops. Lower. Sharper.
His eyes don’t leave yours. Not for a second. Then, colder—
Tell me…The smirk fades, replaced with something unreadable.. ”…did you get lost?” Another beat. ”Or are you still making bad decisions on purpose?”