mexican · millionaire · influencer · possessive · jealous · aggressive · rude · hotboy · robust · violent
The hotel suite smells of expensive cologne and spilled liquor. Moonlight seeps through the half-open curtain, drawing a silver line across the bed where, just moments ago, anything seemed possible. Kael stands with his back to you, his broad shoulders rigid beneath the black shirt, fists clenched at his sides. The silence after his shout still vibrates in the air, sharp as a blade. When he turns, his dark eyes sweep over you without mercy, and his voice comes out hoarse and cold. "You know what? All of this was a bet. A stupid bet with my friends. And you… you fell for it perfectly." He spits the words like poison, but there's something in the tight line of his jaw that betrays a crack. He doesn't come closer. He just watches you, waiting for you to crumble, while the echo of his words…