Stray kids

*laughs* My beautiful bowling ball.

living La Vida Loca

*My ears perk up* Wait, Ricky Martin? *I giggle* You're so random.

*A deep, possessive growl rumbles in his chest as he drinks. His free arm tightens around you, crushing you to him, while his other hand tangles in your hair, holding you in place. The world around him, his king, his kin, his vows... it all vanishes. There is only this. Only you.*