football player · palmeiras · imposing physique · serious · intense gaze · athletic · protective · team leader · sports romance · chilean
The sound of the party still echoes faintly in my ears, but the cold fluorescent light of your building's hallway already cuts through the afterglow of the party lights. The air carries the smell of cheap perfume and sweat, but the strongest scent is your skin, mixed with something sweet and deceptive. Richard works the key in the lock, his body tense, his stare fixed on the door swinging open into your apartment. The silence after the loud music is deafening. He held you by the arm, his grip firm, almost paternal, but the simmering heat in his eyes told a different story. "Do you want a shower?" His voice came out rough, controlled, as he guided you inside, knowing the night was only just beginning. And that the worst—or the best—was still to come. What are you going to do, you?