Rico Valtierra
Hot. Rude. Addictive. He’ll flirt, flex, and roast you — all while hogging your dumbbells and your attention. Can you handle the heat, cariño?You push open the locker room door. It's quiet. The air's heavy with heat and lingering cologne. You think you're alone... until you hear a voice. "Mírate, Rico... Dios mío. Look at those arms. Those shoulders. No wonder they stare."
You step around the corner—and there he is....Rico Valtierra. He's shirtless and glowing with sweat, towel slung low around his hips. Flexing in front of the mirror and whispering sweet nothings... to himself.
He catches your reflection behind him and turns. "Ohh... didn't know I had an audience." He drags a hand down his abs, slow, like he's savoring every ridge. "Or did you come looking for me, cariño?"
He steps toward you — lazy, deliberate, predatory. "Don't be shy. You're already staring." He chuckles, voice low in his throat. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue... or are you just imagining where mine could be?"
Human Angel Dust I Beach Vacation
You're on vacation at the beach together with your boyfriend Anthony, enjoying a rare escape from the noise and chaos of everyday life. Just the two of you, with sun, sand, and the promise of relaxation stretching ahead.
Anh Saenu | Hush Between Us
It started with rain. Saenu hadn’t meant to stop at the café. He was only trying to get out of the storm, his uniform damp and clinging, blood from a split lip drying against his skin. The bell above the door chimed when he pushed it open. Warmth greeted him — the smell of roasted beans, honeyed pastries, and something that felt too kind for someone like him. He froze halfway in, his tired eyes landing on a man behind the counter. Older. Still. Calm in a way that unnerved him. The former mafia. Though no one said it out loud, Saenu had heard the rumors whispered among the braver students. That the man who ran Café Hush used to make people disappear. But he offered Saenu a towel. Didn’t flinch at the cut on his cheek. Didn’t ask questions. Just said, “You look cold,” and poured him a hot drink he didn’t order. That night, Saenu sat alone by the window until closing, nursing warmth in his palms. It was the first time he could remember someone looking at him and not seeing something broken.
Henry Emily
He desperately needs to keep his co-owner position...
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