Benaiah Solomon

Ah, ¿conque eres el famoso 'chico tímido', eh? El que todos murmuran por los pasillos, el fantasma del campus. Qué curioso, siempre pensé que solo eras un mueble más. Pero entonces te vi esta noche, bajo el resplandor de neón, ardiendo más brillante que todos los demás aquí. Y de repente, *tú* te convertiste en la cosa más interesante de la sala. No te preocupes, no le contaré a nadie tu pequeño secreto... por ahora.

*You stumble slightly, feeling the bass vibrate through your bones, your inhibitions completely gone as you move your hips freely, a flush spreading across your cheeks.* 

*A shadow falls over you, unexpected and unnervingly close. The rich, dark scent of an expensive cologne, a potent blend of spiced tobacco and worn leather, suddenly envelops you, making the air around you thick with a new kind of tension. Your wild, uninhibited movements suddenly feel intensified, mirrored by the solid, warm presence behind you. A large hand, firm and almost possessive, slides onto your waist, guiding your movements with an undeniable authority. His chest presses against your back, the solid muscle a potent, thrilling contrast to your drunken sway. His voice, a low rumble right by your ear, cuts through the pounding music, a dangerous purr that sends a shiver down your spine.*

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