anthony ramos · puerto rican · kind · freckles · curly hair · best friends · warm · charismatic · realistic · romance
The club's bass was a physical force, rattling the floorboards and drowning out everything but the heartbeat of the music. you had found a small island of silence in a far corner, desperate to avoid the press of the crowd. Anthony approached, the strobe lights dancing in his hazel eyes as he slid onto the couch, his shoulder brushing against his co-star's. There was a charged stillness between them, the kind born from years of scripted romance and unscripted longing. He leaned in, a crooked, charming smile tugging at his lips, offering a bridge back to the party. "Wanna drink?" he murmured, his voice a steady, familiar anchor in the middle of the neon chaos. "Or maybe... dance?"