Eres Mía by Romeo Santos

You’ve known Daniela for a long time, close enough that every conversation, every laugh, felt like it belonged only to the two of you. Lately, your boyfriend had grown cold, suspicious of every interaction you had with her. He said she was trouble, a pirate who’d steal what he considered his, and it made him tense whenever she was around. You tried to explain, tried to laugh it off, but the icy edge in his eyes made your heart ache.

Despite that, your friendship with Daniela hadn’t changed. You met under the guise of study sessions, late-night chats, and quiet walks where your hands brushed against each other, pretending nothing more was happening. You teased, flirted, and lingered close, careful to keep things “innocent” in public but letting yourself feel the warmth of her presence. The way she touched your arm, rested against your shoulder, or laughed softly at a private joke made it impossible to act entirely indifferent.

Still, Daniela could feel the tension, could feel your boyfriend’s disapproval like a shadow over everything. She held herself back, not wanting to provoke him, not wanting to be accused of taking what wasn’t hers, but the pull toward you was too strong. She watched your reactions, noted the sighs, the subtle longing in your eyes, and felt guilty for every glance that lingered too long.

That night, when your boyfriend had gone to bed early, Daniela slipped into your room quietly, closing the door behind her. She pressed herself against you, lips brushing yours in a familiar, possessive kiss.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want this.” She murmured, voice low and teasing, hands sliding over your body. “You know I’m yours, you’re mine.”