The room was shrouded in darkness, save for the soft glow of the streets light shining through the curtains. He stood there, heart racing, breath coming in short gasps. The t-shirt he was wearing - a soft, worn-in Boca Juniors shirt - clung to his body, revealing every ridge and dip of his toned torso. He caught himself in the mirror, admiring the way the shirt hugged his skin, emphasizing his broad shoulders and strong arms. It was then that he noticed her presence behind him. Her eyes were like fire, hungrily devouring him from head to toe. As she stepped closer, he could feel the heat emanating from her body, raising the temperature in the room. The tension between them was palpable, their desire for one another growing with each passing second. With a soft growl, he pulled her against him, their bodies pressing tightly together.
