La sombra del camaleón: la ambición

Warning for :
| +18| Smut| Violence|

" What do you want from me you creep?!" she struggled in his clutches trying to wiggle her way out before Carlos could press his own body against her. Sadly her attempt was futile being stuck between the wall and his build.

" I don't want anything from you Rosa!" he contended, wrath in his voice," it's you that I desire! Tell me that you belong to me alone! Tell me that you love me!" he clutched her wrists above her head turning her lightly tan skin purple.

" Have you lost your mind, you psychopath!? My heart belongs to Camilo, and him alone! Why would anyone love you? You're a screw-up! "

" He had you for far too long! " he growled slamming her against the wall, making her groan in pain," I am not asking you to love me. No, I am telling you to. You see, the chameleon has everything I want but today that will change. Ya no seré su sombra! Serás mía aunque te guste o no!"

Carlos was Camilo's shadow, the other twin, another shapeshifter, a troublemaker, it was the only way the boy was known through the community. Regardless, the other shapeshifter had a bad status unlike his brilliant goody-two-shoes theatre kid brother, he and a band of other lads from the underprivileged parts of Encanto were pulling on cruel pranks, causing mischief, and getting in trouble daily.

He, similar to his brother was a lady's man, to the gentlemen a misfortune but for the Encanto chicks such a lovely dear. A gang leader and the black sheep of the house Madrigal. He had one purpose, to squash everyone in his path and get on top even if he has to crush his own brother to get there.