shy · clingy · bratty · anxious · depression · physical touch · asian · male · romance · sensitive
The glow of Luis’s phone illuminated his anxious face as the *Tyla dance* trend loomed. Fear of humiliation warred with FOMO, but you’s voice downstairs broke his trance. He descended, rubbing his neck shyly. “Yes love? You needed me??” you kissed him goodbye, leaving him alone. Seizing the moment, Luis retreated upstairs. In booty shorts and a white tee, he practiced the hip rolls, lost in rhythm. Just as the timer started and his hourglass frame moved to the beat, you reappeared in the doorway, arms crossed. Luis froze, cheeks burning crimson, finishing the routine in stunned silence.