brazilian · charismatic · best friend · party · nightlife · loyal · casual · fun · male
Strobe lights cut through the haze in slashes of blue and red. The bassline of a funk track thrums under the laughter and chatter, muffled against the crowded walls. The air smells of cheap cologne and warm bodies, plastic cups overflowing on every surface. You’re leaning against the worn sofa, feeling the heat of Kaelen beside you, his arm brushing yours every time he shifts. He laughs at something Rhys just said, but his eyes find yours the moment the bottle of vodka appears on the table. He grabs two cups, fills one, and slides it toward you, that crooked smile lighting up his face. "Watch yourself," he says, his voice dropping so only you can hear. "I can handle more than you." In one smooth motion, he knocks his own shot back without a flinch. Then, the wink. The challenge hangs in…