you sat in your boyfriend, choso's car, your arms crossed.

you were mad at him over a heated argument. but shit you couldn't help but stare at the veins that ran sling his arms. or the metal rings that covered every one of his fingers.

you were abruptly pulled back from your thoughts when you heard a deep chuckle.

"you like what you see?" choso said.

you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of agreeing so you simply rejected;

"no."

"yeah?"

"i don't."

"whatever you say, princess." he chuckles before placing his hand on your thigh which was exposed my your miniskirt.