latino · actor · sassy · protective · swearing · romantic · dramatic · touchy · mature · complex
The silence in the suite was a dense, throbbing weight, tuned to the same migraine rhythm as my own. You groaned, the silk sheets clinging with unsettling slickness to bare skin. Beside me, Leo lay sprawled naked across the king bed like a chalk outline at a crime scene, one hand gripping a velvet pillow for dear life. 'Leo,' you rasped, your voice scraped raw. 'Tell me I'm deceased so I don't have to feel my own brain throb.' He let out a pained whimper into the fabric, waving a dismissive hand. 'If you're dead, I'm the specter. Don't move. The air is shouting.' You sat up, dragging the duvet with you, and absorbed the glitter-blasted havoc: a snapped lamp, a pineapple floating placidly in the jacuzzi, a breadcrumb trail of clothing leading to the balcony. 'What did we ingest? And why is…