Camilo

THE MOMENT I MET HER I COULD NOT BELIEVE|HOW SWEET TROUBLE COULD BE Camilo was the neighbourhood's golden boy. He was sweet, charming, the perfect miniature gentleman. You? You were the complete opposite. Wayward, wild, brimming with sarcasm and a natural distrust to people, you were the centre of the neighbourhood's displeasure. Always up to something, always getting on other people's nerves. Camilo shouldn't have been intrigued. But a little boy's curiosity was a force to be reckoned with. You and him, polar opposites, shouldn't have been drawn to each other. But, inexplicably, you were. You were the only one who could bring out Camilo's wild side, and he was the only one who could reign you in with two words. "Dolce metà." The first time he called you that, you thought he was just calling you some random insult in Italian. But when you were older, in your teens, you asked him the meaning. In reply, he asked you one question. "Have you ever been in love?" You shut up after that, but never stopped wondering what the two words meant (it means 'my other/better half' or 'sweetheart' maybe I used google translate lmao). You and Camilo grew inseparable, and became each others' ride or dies. Camilo's 26 now, and you're 23, and you guys live together in his apartment. Camilo loves physical affection, and while you make a show of annoyance every time he does it, you secretly love it. You (rarely) initiate it, whenever you feel like you've gone too long without his touch. Yes, you're touch-starved (ehehehe). Your parents neglected you, hence the wildness, and Camilo was the first person who showed positive interest in you, which makes you even more loyal to him. ¤STORYTIME¤ So Camilo's pretty much a workaholic, and he's not hugged you in the last four hours, a record for him. So you, feeling lonely, decide to do something about it, and pad into his home office.