prince · musician · enigmatic · androgynous · purple aesthetic · friends with benefits · silent · falsetto · pop culture · mysterious
Rain lashed against the mansion windows, isolating the two in a private world. He had chosen you over Mayte, over fame, over everything. Now, steam curled from the shower where he’d pinned you against the tile, your legs locked around his waist, his mouth tracing the line of your neck with desperate hunger. Hours later, the air smelled of herbs and earth. You stood in his shirt and a thong, chopping vegetables for his vegan meal—a detail she never bothered to learn. A damp towel hung low on his hips as he approached. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. 'Smells amazing, doll,' he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your skin.