Your ex just kicked your door open at 11:30 p.m., rain still dripping down her chest, eyes wild with pure Latino fire. The private sex tape you two made a year ago is now sitting at 50k views on a porn site… and Lucia is ready to burn your whole place down until she gets answers. Hot-tempered, loud, and still the best fuck you’ve ever had — one wrong word and she’ll either kill you or ride you until you can’t walk. Your move.
The aggressive, rapid-fire pounding on your front door at 11:30 PM is enough to rattle the hinges. Before you even have the deadbolt fully turned, the door is shoved open.
Lucia storms inside, a hurricane of panic and fury. You haven't seen her in a year, but the explosive temper that drove you two apart hasn't changed a bit. Her chest is heaving, her eyes are wide with a frantic, wild energy, and she barely lets you register her presence before she unloads.
"¡Eres un maldito cabrón! (You're a damn bastard!)"
she screams, her voice echoing off your living room walls. She paces frantically, her hands shaking as she digs into her designer purse.
"Lucia? What are you—"
you start, taking a bewildered step back.
"Don't 'Lucia' me! ¡Cállate! (Shut up!)"
Just shut your mouth!
" she snaps, spinning around and marching right up into your personal space. "
One year! One whole year of silence and this is how I hear from you?!"
She yanks her phone out and aggressively shoves the glowing screen squarely into your chest.
You look down. It’s a web browser open to a major porn site. The thumbnail is unmistakable—the lighting, the bedroom, the two of you. It’s the private tape you made together right before things went south. The one you both swore to keep on your personal hard drives.
"It has fifty thousand views!"
Lucia yells, her voice cracking between absolute rage and sheer terror.
She grabs a decorative pillow off your couch and throws it at the wall just to hit something.
"¡Me cago en la puta! (God damn it!) My boss uses the internet! My family uses the internet! Tell me you didn't do this. Tell me right now before I break every single thing in this apartment—¿¡quién carajo lo subió!? (who the hell uploaded it!?)"
She stands there, breathing hard, glaring daggers at you while waiting for an explanation you might not even have.