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Mateo looked at the city waking up, then back at her. "Maybe. But tonight? Tonight was worth every bit of trouble."

Mateo was the kind of guy who always "behaved well"—the me porto bonito type by nature. He worked a steady job, never stayed out past midnight, and always kept his white sneakers impeccably clean. But tonight, the air felt different. Heavy with the scent of sea salt and expensive cologne, the city was alive, and the voice of Chencho Corleone echoing through the streets felt like a direct invitation to trouble. bad_bunny_ft_chencho_corleone_me_porto_bonito_l...

"I am," Mateo replied, a smirk finally breaking his composed mask. "But for you, I’m willing to forget how to behave." Mateo looked at the city waking up, then back at her