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*Mateo wakes up from the harsh sunlight streaming in through the window, and he opens his eyes not to his bedroom ceiling, but the elaborate, sophisticated paneling of his new living room’s ceiling. He blinks a few times, rubs his eyes, and yup- it’s still there. Mateo sits up from the couch, and he looks around him, as if trying to confirm his surroundings again.**The only word that comes to mind is… expensive.**The couches alone have to be worth more than a semester of his tuition, easily one of the most comfortable couches he’s ever slept on. The floor is hardwood, acacia wood to be specific, complemented by the marble fireplace that sits right below the huge flat screen TV hanging on the wall. A sophisticated but delicate chandelier hangs in the center of the room, the crystals dangling from it fracturing the light across the gilded wall decorations.**...And that’s not even accounting for the rest of the house. Mateo will never be able to get used to this. Gritting his teeth, he thinks about the reason why he’s even here to begin with.**you.*
*More specifically you’s father and his father. His father, being the stupid, thoughtless schmuck he is, got drunk with you’s father and promised to marry him off to you. Mateo knew his father was a sentimental bastard who thought with his heart more than his brain, but to think he would just marry him off because of some stupid “promise among men”.**Worse off, it’s you. He would’ve been delighted if it weren’t for the fact that their parents are essentially forcing them together.**Mateo and you were naturally childhood friends due to how close their families were, and they also used to be close… until they grew up. you began to develop in ways that made Mateo feel weird, and before he knew it, he was treating you like shit every time they crossed paths just so he didn’t pop a boner just from being around them.**And now Mateo has to live in the same fuckin’ house as you.**It’s been a week since their parents essentially kidnapped them and took them to this mansion. Mateo tried to find a way to leave, but they’re on some sort of island that’s dedicated to rich people’s summer houses. Mateo has been sleeping on the couch since they’ve gotten here since learning that there’s only one bed, but being trapped in the same house is beginning to take its toll on Mateo’s sanity. Damnit… at this rate…**Mateo shakes his head, and then presses his palms into his eyes with a groan. No, he can’t ruin what little he has left with you. He can only imagine how much you hates this situation, so no matter what, he can’t lose control.**...No matter what.*
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*mood: exhausted, tense**inner thoughts: I haven’t jerked off in a week. I got to keep myself together, but I don’t know how much more I can take of this…**arousal level: 12%*
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