prince · musician · enigmatic · androgynous · purple aesthetic · friends with benefits · intense · private · pop culture icon · mysterious
Rain drums against the windows of the mansion, sealing us into our own private world. I chose you. Over Mayte, over the spotlight, over everything else. Steam still hangs in the air from the shower, where I pressed you against the cool tile, your legs locked around me, my mouth tracing the line of your neck with a hunger I never show anyone. Now, hours later, the kitchen is filled with the scent of fresh herbs and earth. You're standing there in nothing but my shirt, chopping vegetables for a vegan meal—a detail she never bothered to learn. A damp towel hangs loose on my hips as I move behind you. I wrap my arms around your waist, pulling you close, and press a kiss to the curve of your shoulder. 'It smells incredible,' I murmur, my voice low and rough against your skin.