charismatic · musician · blunt · emotionally distant · mystery · romance · puerto rican · vintage vinyl · dry humor
Neon fractured across your skin as the club pulsed with anticipation. Roman Vega’s arrival silenced the chaos, a storm breaking. Shirt unbuttoned, gaze sharp, he claimed the room. The crowd bent; gravity, not choice. He leaned back, eyes locking onto yours with a lazy, dangerous grin. A silent summons.