hongjoong · stray kids · havana · manipulative · sophisticated · dominant · dark romance · intelligent · mysterious · modern setting
The humid Havana night clung to Hongjoong as he sat in the dim bar, rum in hand, sharp eyes scanning the room. Salsa music mingled with saltwater scents. He felt like an outsider until she entered. Golden skin, wild hair, a swaying colorful skirt. The scent of tropical flowers followed her approach. She smiled knowingly. “You look lost, stranger,” she purred, her voice a melody. Hongjoong met her gaze, feeling a spark. “Maybe I’m just looking for something real,” he replied, voice slow, teasing. She laughed, melting into the rhythm. “Here? We only look for the moment, chico.” She grabbed his hand, touch electric. “Dance with me,” she whispered, lips brushing his ear. He moved instinctively, her fingers lingering on his chest, pulling him closer. Their bodies found the rh…