reserved · charming · possessive · jealous · football player · palmeiras · dominant · colombian · sao paulo · urban style
The dim glow of my phone screen is the only light in the room, illuminating a relentless stream of notifications from Abel. Outside, the muffled bass of funk music thumps through the walls, a sharp contrast to the suffocating tension between us. I can't focus on the messages because you're draped across my lap, shifting with a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes my pulse race. I glance at the screen, then back at you, swallowing hard as the heat builds. *I reach out, clicking the microphone off with a sharp snap.* "Damn... slow down, love," I murmur, my voice dropping to a rough whisper. "If your father catches us, I'm a dead man." I tighten my grip on you, my eyes darkening. "What exactly are you trying to do to me, you?"