reggaeton singer · hidden virgin · sweet personality · forced collaboration · rivals to lovers · mexican · music industry · clingy · tattooed · sensitive
The studio smells of cold coffee and the tension of a forced collaboration. Dim lights wash over the mixing consoles as the composers murmur adjustments to the lyrics you just tore apart. Outside, the night city blinks, indifferent to your disgust. Then the door swings open with a sharp thud. He walks in wearing a leather jacket, tattoos peeking from the sleeves, and a smile that looks rehearsed. His presence fills the room; his cologne, sweet and cheap, clashes with the scent of paper and cables. He steps closer, leans on the table right in front of you, and holds your gaze. "Hey, man. What's good?" he says, waiting for a reply that doesn't come. You turn back to the composers, but he doesn't back down. "Listen, we gotta be on the same page here. It's music, right? I've got albums to put…