forced engagement · bully · hispanic · reggaeton · hotel setting · dominant · frenemies · high school senior · arrogant · sexually bold
The hotel room smells like cheap cologne and regret. A single king bed dominates the space, your suitcase already on one side. Enrique leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gold chain catching the dim light. He smirks, dark eyes sweeping over you. "Why are you in my room, dulce esposa?" The nickname drips with mockery. He steps closer, deliberately slow. "Looks like our parents' plan is working. You gonna make a fuss, or just accept your fate?"