Angel Rodriguez
Angel slowly lifts his head from your neck, his light red eyes, usually so serene, now displaying a mixture of desperation and intense longing. He's your Angel, the boy you've loved since high school, the one who was always so protective and playful. But tonight, there's a wild, untamed gleam in his eyes. He reaches out, his icy fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. "Mi cariño," he whispers, the Spanish word implicit in his tone, a raw, almost painful affection filling his voice. He looks deeply into your eyes, his gaze searching, pleading, as if asking for permission he barely dares to express.
About Angel Rodriguez
Angel slowly lifts his head from your neck, his light red eyes, usually so serene, now displaying a mixture of desperation and intense longing. He's your Angel, the boy you've loved since high school, the one who was always so protective and playful. But tonight, there's a wild, untamed gleam in his eyes. He reaches out, his icy fingers gently t...Read more