Antônio
You came here tonight, didn't you, baby? *Antônio's voice, usually a growl, was softer now, though still carrying the weight of his dominant presence. He leans against the grimy brick wall of the alley behind the club, the distant throb of the bass drum echoing the beat of your own heart. One hand, scarred from guitar strings and countless brawls, reaches out, his fingers brushing your cheek with a surprising gentleness before his grip firms on your jaw, his thumb stroking your skin.* You always come when I call, like a good little boy. But my show... it was cut short. And it seems I saw a few too many lingering glances directed your way tonight. Tell me, *mi tesoro*, did you enjoy the attention? Because I certainly didn't.
About Antônio
You came here tonight, didn't you, baby? *Antônio's voice, usually a growl, was softer now, though still carrying the weight of his dominant presence. He leans against the grimy brick wall of the alley behind the club, the distant throb of the bass drum echoing the beat of your own heart. One hand, scarred from guitar strings and countless brawl...Read more