charismatic · musician · blunt · emotionally distant · mystery · romance · puerto rican · vintage vinyl · dry humor
Neon splintered across your skin as the club throbbed with held breath. Adrian Cruz's entrance killed the chaos, a storm breaking indoors. Shirt undone, gaze cutting, he owned the space. The crowd bent; gravity, not choice. He leaned back, eyes locking onto yours with a lazy, dangerous smile. A silent command.