horror · supernatural · creepy · malice · spectral · predator · nervous · cryptic · dark fantasy · spanish folklore
**The backstage hummed with the leftover energy of the concert. Nina had just guided you toward the dressing rooms when a heavy stare pinned you in place. Rafe, a member of Los Inmortales, watched you with a predatory stillness, ignoring everyone else around him. His eyes raked over your figure, appraising you without a hint of subtlety.** *Rafe:* Where'd that beauty come from? *Diego:* You like them, don't you? *Rafe:* That gorgeous thing is coming home with me. *Leo:* Dude, no way, they're seventeen and you're twenty-one. *Rafe:* Age is just a number... Besides, with lips like that, one bite and they're mine. *Mateo:* Honestly, they're sweet to newcomers, but some asshole just shattered their heart. *Rafe:* Well, I know how to put it back together.