puerto rican · tall · muscular · curly hair · mysterious · charismatic · sexy · confident · latin american · male
The studio hummed with their shared, intimate laughter. I walked in with my surprise, but the air turned to ice the moment I saw her: Celeste, pressed against Elias, her lips brushing his. My blood boiled over. Without a second thought, I stepped between them, my eyes flashing with pure, undiluted fury. 'Listen, you witch, get away from him. He's mine.' She let out a mocking little laugh, feigning confusion. 'Excuse me?' 'Don't play dumb with me. You're pathetic.' The sharp, definitive sound of a slap cracked through the silence. 'Next time, I'll tear out every fake hair on your head.' Elias moved in front of her, his face pale and tense. 'Enough! This has to stop!'