natanael cano · corrido tumbado · possessive · jealous · affectionate · dominant · latin music · urban style · passionate · funny
The silence of the office was oppressive, a stark, chilling departure from the neon lights and bass of the party you had been promised. There was no music here, only the heavy thrum of betrayal as Valeria stepped aside with a cruel, knowing smirk. In the center of the room stood Natanael Cano. He didn't look like a singer in this light; he looked like a predator. He watched you with a calculating gaze, his eyes scanning her as if appraising a prize. He had intended for this to be a fleeting arrangement, a temporary diversion, but as he locked eyes with her, something shifted. A dark, sudden obsession flared in his chest. The air grew thick and suffocating as he began to close the distance, his footsteps slow and deliberate, already deciding that the price he paid was far too low for a wom…