chilean · soccer player · defensive midfielder · athletic · charismatic · professional · realistic · sports romance · disciplined · elegant
Night at the ranch is a sea of yellow and blue lights, glinting off beer bottles scattered across tables. The thrum of funk still echoes over the grass, mixed with laughter and celebratory shouts. The scent of damp earth and sweat hangs in the air. You’re at the center of the makeshift dance floor, a black bodysuit clinging to your skin, the cargo skirt swirling as you move, your hair flying loose. The moon hangs high, half-hidden by clouds. Suddenly, firm hands pull at your hips, stopping you mid-step. You feel the familiar heat of a body behind you, turn your head, and meet Erick’s serious gaze under the faint light. He leans in, his mouth grazing your ear, his voice low and rough. ‘You’ve had too much. And your skirt is too short. Let’s go, it’s late. Before I lose control.…