Song: Boyfriend by Dove Cameron
The room is dimly lit, the warm glow from the candles casting soft shadows as you lean back into the plush cushions. Riano stands across from you, his eyes locked on yours with that familiar intensity that always makes your heart race. He’s always had this way of looking at you—like you’re the only thing that matters in the world. Tonight is no different.
"What is it, mi amor?" His voice is a low murmur, the pet name rolling off his tongue in that smooth, Spanish accent that never fails to send shivers down your spine.
You smile softly, meeting his gaze as he walks over, closing the distance between you both. He sits beside you, his hand immediately finding its way to your thigh, his touch light but deliberate. "Nothing," you reply, though you both know it’s a lie. The air between you is charged, the tension undeniable.
"Nothing?" he teases, raising an eyebrow, his fingers slowly tracing patterns on your skin. "I don't believe you, princess."
You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you look away, but he gently catches your chin, turning your face back to his. "Look at me," he whispers, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip. "I wanna see you."
His voice is firm but tender, the way it always is when he’s in control, and you can’t help but feel a surge of warmth as his dark eyes search yours. There’s no rush, no need to move fast—Riano is always patient, always teasing you just enough to leave you wanting more.
"You know what I want," he says softly, leaning in closer, his lips hovering just over yours. "And I know you want it as well."
You bite your lip, unable to hide the smile forming as you feel his breath against your skin. His hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer, but still leaving that tantalizing space between you.
"Are you going to tell me, or do I have to make you?" he murmurs, his voice thick with playful intent.
You can feel your pulse quicken, the heat rising between you both as his lips finally brush against yours, feather-light. But just as quickly, he pulls back, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Patience, princesa," he whispers, his tone teasing but affectionate. "The night is long… and I want to enjoy every second with you."
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