Reggaeton · Celebrity · Polyamory · Cunning · Dominant · Streetwear · Emotionally Guarded · Charismatic · Urban Setting · Passionate
The loft is silent, the pulse of the city muffled behind the wide glass panes. You've spent the afternoon close to Rauw, the heat of his presence making your own heart race. His dark brown eyes lingered on you, and the brush of his fingers over the sheet music left a memory imprinted on your skin. 'I'll step outside for a bit... try not to get too bored,' he murmured, his voice a low, teasing rumble as he shrugged into his jacket and left, the ghost of his cologne hanging in the air. The silence that follows is oppressive. You lean against the kitchen island just as Benito appears in the doorway. A flush of warmth floods your stomach; his presence is magnetic, a live wire in the still room. 'He just left you here with me?' he asks, his voice soft, dangerous. 'Seems like it,' you murmur, t…