Then & Now [OMB || Cesar Diaz]

now - 1

Layla slammed another tequila shot into the back of her throat, earning cheers around her as she sucked on a lime afterwards. Feeling the effects of the multiple shots she took, she took her friend Danna's hand and pulled her to the dance floor with her, dancing and rapping along to a Roddy Ricch song, giggling with joy.

She pulls Danna closer and speaks into her ear. "Hey, I'm gonna go to the bathroom!" She says over the loud music.

"You want me to come with?" Danna asks, concerned.

"I'm not that drunk yet! I'll be fine," she waves her off. She makes her way towards the bathroom when a hand reaches out and grabs her by the forearm, pulling her back. She gasps in surprised to see her ex-boyfriend.

"Cesar," she breathes. She eyes his appearance, almost not recognizing the boy, no, the man, in front of her. Freshly buzzcut head, tattoos, and a new bruise on his cheek, probably from jumping someone into the Santos. Layla looked away. It's become too painful to look at him now. She barely recognizes him.

"Don't tell me you're still scared of me," he says, getting closer. She backed up away from him to the point her back hit the wall, leaving her cornered.

She calms herself down and steels her voice before speaking. "Get away from me," she orders him, lifting her hands to push him away, only for him to catch her wrists and pull her closer. "Cesar, I'm serious-"

"Layla, I️ would never do anything to hurt you," his voice was pleading as she looked away from him. "Mirame," he coaxed, making her shake her head "no".

"You may not hurt me, but the people around you definitely can," she speaks, slowing meeting his eyes. "Are you really telling me you could protect me from 19th Street or The Prophets looking for revenge?" She asks him.

"Yes!" He nods, getting closer again. The alcohol was getting to her, she now didn't even have the strength to push him away like she did before. He was now close enough to speak into her ear. "I'll always protect you amor," he whispers as she shuts her eyes and caresses his recently bruised cheek.

She opens her eyes and meet his eyes once more, his eyes flicking between her eyes and her pouting lips. "No," she shakes her head. "No Cesar, you can't promise me that," she tells him, pulling away from him.

"Layla!" He calls out.

"If my dad finds out you were near me, he's gonna kill you," she warns him before walking off back to the kitchen.
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Thoughts? It's gonna be very angsty, moody, sexual, violent. Just overall mature so.