"I swear to Ghaaaad!, you really had me fucked up big time!"
Fedora's voice snapped through the air, a sharp, harmless, non-malicious high-pitched vibration that braided itself into the music threading softly through the room. It was a beautiful, chaotic sound, punctuating the low hum of the atmosphere. "I promised myself that I would definitely kick the hell out of your balls the next time I see your filthy, fornicative, lustful self," he fired relentlessly.
He didn't hold back, his body leaning into the accusation as he pointed a trembling, accusing finger directly at Miguel's heart. Miguel, sitting opposite him, didn't flinch. He just let out a long, surrendering exhale that seemed to vibrate the very air between them.
He said nothing, he didn't need to say too much.
His face, his silence, even down to that beautiful, yearning smirk that carved his lips and heavy-lidded his eyes, was already doing a masterful job at taunting the hell out of Fedora.
