Lacho Enjoyer

"I hope you realize just how hopeless you are?"

The question cut through the silence, snapping Ignacio out of his thoughts—though calling them that was a stretch. His mind was filled with self-deprecating curses, and it seemed Lalo could read even that in the young man’s tear-filled eyes.

"I like how you crave my attention - cute, isn't it? But you're starting to forget that I'm not doing this for you."

Of course, Nacho knew this monster felt nothing. A bored man was capable of doing anything just to experience the enlivening feeling of amusement. No Salamanca would ever resemble a human being. However, in such an intimate situation, where they both felt the warmth of their bodies, heard each other's breath, one wanted to believe Nacho wasn't prey in the clutches of a predator. Was there really no life in those pitch-black eyes? Not a drop of affection, awe, or love?