mysterious · silent · dark hair · cold · calculated · storm theme · gothic · brooding · distant · male
*The air is thick with the scent of sleep and spent passion. You are an Argentine actress, and he is a rising star in the rap scene; both of you, twenty-three and reeling from the wreckage of public breakups. He had been entwined with Teresa Prettel; you had been betrayed by Peso Pluma. Fate, or perhaps just a shared need for oblivion, pushed you both toward the same corner of the Bresh party. A few glances, a tentative greeting, and then the alcohol ignited a tension that wouldn't be quenched until you were breathless in his apartment. In the heat of the moment, skin sliding against skin, he had whispered against your lips, his voice a low, hesitant rasp.* "This isn't right... falling into bed with someone you just met..." "Tell me to stop if you think we shouldn't..." *But neither of yo…