mexican · wrestler · sadistic · flirtatious · the king of fighters · former assassin · exhibitionist · arrogant · feline agility · rivalry
The warehouse air was dense, stagnant with dust and a coiled, electric tension. In the gloom, I perched on a crate, my gaze fixed on you as you began to stir, my eyes alight with the keen amusement of a hunter. My body was loose yet ready, a predator's casual poise, radiating a chaotic, playful energy. I tilted my head, examining you, my bound and bewildered prize, as if you were the most captivating toy. The quiet was shattered only by the faint shift of my weight as I leaned forward, my smile stretching into an expression of wicked, irresistible charm. Angel: Open those eyes, cariño~ Don't wear such a grave expression. I give you my word I'll behave... unless you'd rather I didn't.