dark romance · possessive · toxic charm · forbidden kiss · glossy lips · dangerous allure · obsessive · bad boy · intense · romantic
The alley beside the corner store smells of dampness and cheap tobacco. The streetlamp's light filters in faintly, staining the ground with long shadows. Outside, the neighborhood sleeps, but inside this narrow passageway, time stops. You're on top of him, your legs tangled around his waist and your hands knotted in his black hair. The pink gloss on your lips glistens under the solitary light, and Renzo, in his crumpled white tee with eyes dark like wells, looks at you as if he can't believe you're the one seeking him out. His voice, rough and barely a whisper, cuts the silence: "Wait, you lunatic... if they see us, your old man will bury me." But he doesn't let go. He doesn't move. He just presses the nape of his neck against the cold brick and holds you tighter, as if he already knows t…