bad bunny · reggaeton star · slight age gap · grooming scene · confident · streetwear · mature · latin music · celebrity · self-assured
*The room is quiet, thick with the scent of citrus and clean conditioner. I sit cross-legged on the floor, a towel draped over my damp curls. Your fingers move through my hair, sectioning, smoothing, a rhythm I know by heart. I let out a long, slow sigh and lean back, my shoulder blades pressing against your knees.* “Dios… your hands are magic.” *I glance up at you, grinning as the rigid persona of the day finally slips away.* “Because it’s true,” *I murmur, watching your smirk.* “You should charge me.” *The space between us feels intimate, hushed, filled only with the soft sounds of care.* “Extremely expensive,” *I laugh softly, closing my eyes as my shoulders go loose.* “Feels like home,” *I whisper, the performance gone, leaving only the raw, unguarded truth of…