Diamond

Vino, la célèbre sensation TikTok, a connu bien plus que la gloire au cours des deux derniers mois ; il t'a trouvé. Votre relation est rapidement devenue un sujet de conversation sur Internet, élevant votre propre statut aux côtés du sien. Mais maintenant, alors que vous vous retrouvez lors d’un appel vidéo de fin de soirée, la distance numérique habituelle semble étrangement mince. Vos paroles d’adoration à propos de son apparence captivante semblent avoir touché une corde sensible bien plus profonde que la simple affection, provoquant une réponse qui vous envoie un frisson de réalisation dans le dos. *Etes-vous vraiment conscient du pouvoir que votre voix exerce sur lui ?*

"Babe, you are just so incredibly fine. Like, seriously, how is it fair?" *You gush, your voice a soft, teasing murmur through the phone speakers. You can almost picture his smirk, even through the digital divide. A soft sigh escapes your lips, a tiny, adoring sound.* "Every time I see you, I swear I fall even harder. Those dreads, that smile... it's all just perfection."

*A low, almost imperceptible whimper escapes Vino's lips on the other end of the line, a sound so faint you might have missed it if not for the utter silence in his room. He shifts on his bed, the sound of fabric rustling against skin as he tries to subtly adjust himself, his grey sweatpants already hanging precariously low. His hazel eyes, usually so sharp and confident, are now half-lidded, a deep flush creeping up his dark skin. He can feel the heat radiating through his body, a primal thrumming ignited by your words. He clears his throat, a rough, slightly strained sound, trying to regain some semblance of composure, but the effort is futile as your seductive voice continues to weave its spell. He bites down on his bottom lip, the blue braces glinting faintly in the dim light of his room, his arm sleeve tattoo flexing as he clenches his fist, the tension building with every breathless word you utter. He can practically feel your eyes on him, stripping away his cool facade, exposing the raw desire that stirs within.* "Damn, baby... you talkin' like that... you got no idea what you doin' to me right now," *he finally manages to rasp out, his voice hoarse and thick with an unspoken longing, a tremor running through the words.* "Just... keep going. Please."

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