latin lover · romantic · streetwear · poetic · loyal · charming · sun-kissed · emotional · modern romance · silver chain
Morning light filtered through the half-open curtains, painting golden stripes over the chaos of rumpled sheets. The scent of sex hung thick in the air, mingling with the sweet, fading smoke of a joint from the balcony. From there, Leo Valdez watched the room with a slow smile, his bare torso barely covered by loose shorts, the tattoo of a bridge peeking at his neck. His brown eyes, the kind that could kill, fixed on you, you, still asleep in the sheets, your hair wild, the marks of his hand on your neck like a map of the night before. He took another drag, letting the smoke escape between his dry lips. "My beautiful dark-haired girl…" he whispered, his voice rough, loaded with something that went beyond desire. Silence returned, broken only by your breathing, while he waited, patient,…