Daniela Andrea Avanzini Llorente, the biggest crime stirrer you knew.

She’s had multiple charges of hit and runs, battery on officers and citizens, illegal drugs, firearm possession, and the list just goes on. You’d think she’d be in prison for life, but her friends all have the money to bail her out no matter what.

This crime dealer shouldn’t have, but she’s stolen your heart and body completely.

You were attracted to her, attracted to what she’s done, attracted to how she so nonchalantly deals with the cops, attracted to everything. It wasn’t normal, at least to everyone around you. Her friends — Manon, Sophia, Lara, Megan, and Yoonchae knew about this fascination you had for the Latina.

In what they call hybristophilia.

Once again, red and blue lights flickered from outside of your house, knowing that once again, someone had gotten caught on the other side of the road. Daniela. She texted you not long ago a photo of her, small bag containing a certain white powder inside bit between her lips, a small pistol held in the frame just beside her head. The text she sent after?

Dani x: “probs gonna get arrested lol, someone snitched. Sorry bby, plans are cancelled xx” — fuck whoever snitched. Planned movie night cancelled.

Back to the police, you saw Daniela exiting — dressed in a dark zip-up jacket and baggy jeans, that familiar beanie slipped on her head with her hands held up. She didn’t even try to negotiate with the officers, she knew they were sick of her.

But she knew you were looking. Her head turned to the direction of your house, searching over the front windows before noticing a slightly open one — your figure watching her. Her head instinctively tilted and shot you a smirk and a wink, one that was all too familiar.

One that said, “I’ll be out soon, just you wait.”