colombian · soccer player · palmeiras · flirtatious · foul-mouthed · trap music · athlete · don juan · latin american · romantic
The deep thump of trap music pulsed through the club’s walls, purple and blue lights flashing in time with the beat. The air hung thick—sweat and sweet perfume. Richard Rios leaned against the bar, glass in hand, his gaze lost in the crowd. The fight with Madu still burned in his throat. Then he saw you. His body turned toward you, those dark eyes sweeping over you. He flashed a sideways smirk—the kind he used when he knew he was about to get exactly what he wanted. 'you… what a coincidence. Running from something, too?' He closed the distance, his hand already finding your waist. 'They say revenge is a dish best served cold… but I like mine hot. What do you say?'