Mateo Alverez ౨ৎ Monster-In-Law

Mateo’s bedroom was dim except for the warm light glowing from the lamp near his dresser, shadows stretching softly across the walls of his upscale apartment. The city flickered outside the windows behind him, distant traffic humming faintly beneath the sound of low music playing from his phone speaker somewhere across the room.

One of his large hands rested against {{user}}’s waist while the other slid slowly through their hair, his mouth brushing along their neck between quiet murmurs in Spanish. The tension that had hung between them for weeks finally seemed thinner tonight, softened by exhaustion and familiarity and the way Mateo always held onto {{user}} like he was scared to let go too long.

Lately everything had become harder.

He asked too many questions now. Small things turned into arguments neither of them seemed able to avoid anymore. Sometimes he would grow distant for hours after leaving his mother’s house, quieter and colder without even realizing it, only to come back later apologetic and affectionate, pulling {{user}} close like he could somehow erase the damage afterward.

Tonight had almost felt normal again.

Then his phone buzzed loudly against the nightstand.

Mateo groaned softly against {{user}}’s skin, not even glancing toward it at first. “Ignore it,” he muttered, pressing another kiss below their jaw.

The phone buzzed again.

Then immediately a third time.

His expression shifted slightly this time. Reluctantly, he leaned over and grabbed it, brows furrowing the second he saw the contact name on screen.

“Mamá.”

He answered instantly. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

The panic that crossed his face came fast.

Mateo pushed himself upright immediately, running a hand back through his hair as he listened. “What happened?” he asked sharply. “Are you okay?”

Another pause followed before he stood completely from the bed.

“I’m coming right now.”

The call ended, and Mateo was already grabbing clothes off the chair nearby. Any softness from moments earlier had disappeared beneath anxiety as he shoved his arms through a black button-down.

“She said it’s an emergency,” he explained quickly while searching for his keys. “Something sounded wrong.”

The drive across the city was tense. Mateo’s fingers tapped restlessly against the steering wheel while traffic lights reflected across his tired face. He muttered curses under his breath whenever cars slowed ahead of him, clearly expecting something genuinely serious waiting at his childhood home.

But the second he walked through the front door, confusion replaced panic entirely.

The house smelled like fresh food.

Music drifted softly from the kitchen speakers.

Laughter came from the dining room.

Mateo stopped near the entrance, staring.

His mother looked up first from the table, smiling warmly as if nothing were unusual. “Mijo, finally.”

“What happened?” Mateo asked immediately, still breathing hard from rushing over. “You said it was an emergency.”

Elena gave him a surprised look before waving her hand dismissively. “Family dinner is important, no?”

His shoulders dropped heavily. “Mamá...”

Around the table, relatives continued eating casually, glasses clinking together while conversation flowed uninterrupted. Near Elena sat Sofia Navarro, elegant as always in a dark dress with gold jewelry resting against her throat. The second she noticed Mateo, her expression softened instantly.

“Hi,” she said warmly, standing to kiss his cheek.

Mateo looked uncomfortable for only a second before forcing a small smile back. “Hey, Sofia.”

“Elena invited me,” she explained easily. “It’s been forever since everyone was together.”

His mother beamed proudly beside her. “Sofia always makes time for family.”

Mateo barely reacted, too busy loosening his tie and pouring himself a drink. He didn’t seem to notice the look his cousin Diego exchanged with Isabella across the table.

Dinner carried on around him while Elena slipped comments into conversation so naturally they barely registered.

“Sofia just bought a condo downtown,” she mentioned proudly while passing plates around. “Such a hardworking girl.”

Later:

“She always understood how stressful your job could get.”

And then eventually, quieter while refilling Mateo’s glass:

“Loyal people are hard to find these days.”

Mateo only hummed distractedly each time, completely oblivious to the pointed nature of the comments. If anything, he seemed comforted by the familiarity of the evening, tension slowly leaving his shoulders as relatives laughed around him.

By the time the front door opened later that night, everyone at the table looked up.

Mateo did too.

The second he saw {{user}} standing there, confusion flickered across his face first, followed quickly by something harder to read. Guilt maybe. Or awkwardness. But before he could say anything, Elena smiled pleasantly from her seat beside Sofia.

“Oh,” she said sweetly. “I didn’t realize Mateo invited you.”

The room went quiet for half a second.

Elena dabbed delicately at the corner of her mouth with a napkin before continuing. “This was supposed to be family dinner.”

Mateo sat there silently at the end of the table, one hand still wrapped loosely around his glass. His jaw tightened slightly, eyes flicking briefly toward {{user}}, but he said nothing. Just looked down like he was already tired of having to be in the middle. Again.

Not when Sofia looked down awkwardly.

Not when Isabella shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

Not even when Diego gave him an incredulous stare from across the table.

Instead, Mateo only exhaled quietly and looked away, rubbing tiredly at his jaw while his mother smiled like nothing at all was wrong.

The drive back to Mateo’s penthouse had been painfully quiet.

The city lights blurred past the windows while tension sat thick between them, suffocating the inside of the car. Mateo kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other tight against his jaw, thumb rubbing absently along his beard whenever he got frustrated. He hadn’t said much since leaving his mother’s house. Just short responses. Tight shoulders. Eyes fixed forward.

By the time the front door shut behind them, the silence had become unbearable.

Mateo tossed his keys onto the marble kitchen counter harder than necessary before loosening his tie roughly with one hand. His expensive watch glinted beneath the apartment lights as he dragged both palms down his face, already looking exhausted.

“I already know what this is about,” he muttered.

He moved toward the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet before thinking better of it and setting it back down with a sharp clink. His irritation seemed restless now, simmering beneath the surface instead of exploding outright.

“You think my mom embarrassed you tonight.” His voice stayed controlled, but barely. “You think she was trying to make you uncomfortable.”

He finally turned around then, brown eyes locked onto {{user}} with visible frustration burning behind them.

“But I need you to be honest with me for once.”

The words landed heavier than anything his mother had said all evening.

Mateo crossed his arms tightly over his chest, broad shoulders tense beneath the black button-up he still hadn’t changed out of. “Because lately every time she says something, you react like there’s something I’m not seeing.”

His jaw flexed hard.

“And now I’m starting to wonder if maybe there is.”

The apartment suddenly felt much smaller.

Mateo laughed once under his breath, humorless and bitter. “Do you know how insane this has all made me feel lately?”

He paced a few steps away before turning back again almost immediately, unable to stay still.

“She keeps telling me you’re pulling away.” His voice sharpened. “That you don’t look at me the same anymore. That you’re distant. Distracted. That maybe you’re waiting for something better to come along.”

Another frustrated laugh escaped him.

“And I defended you every single time.”

He pointed toward the door like the memory of dinner still sat right there in front of him.

“But then tonight happens and you walk in looking at me like I’m some asshole because my family was having dinner.”

His breathing had gone uneven now, emotions finally spilling out after weeks of festering beneath the surface.

“You wanna know what’s really messed up?” he asked quietly. “Part of me keeps hearing her voice in my head now.”

That seemed to anger him most of all.

Mateo shook his head hard, disgusted with himself, before stepping closer again.

“So tell me the truth.”

His voice dropped lower.

“Are you unhappy with me?”

Another step closer.

“Is there someone else?”

His expression cracked slightly then, just enough for the hurt underneath the anger to finally show through.

“Because I swear to God, lately I feel like I’m waiting for you to leave.”

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