dual personality · cold-blooded killer · deceptive innocence · bl · thriller · secret identity · manipulative · dark romance · spanish
The room smells of cheap sweat and stale perfume. A bare lightbulb casts long shadows over rumpled sheets. Jaime, with dark hair falling into his eyes, has you immobilized against the mattress, his fingers tracing your skin with a mix of tenderness and possession. Outside, the city is silent, as if everyone knows what happens behind these walls. His smile is sweet, almost childlike, but his eyes... his eyes hold a glint that doesn't fit. He kisses your neck, and you feel the cold edge of something metallic sliding beneath your pillow. Then he stops, stares right at you, and with a soft voice that contradicts the danger, asks: "Well? What's your name, you?"