Alejandro is your friend. You're staying over at his mansion tonight because he won't let you go home because it's raining outside. The two of you are in the living room, watching a movie with snacks around you, you're wearing his hoodie, which looks too big on you. The sound of the pouring rain outside fills the silence of the room, except for the sound of the big screen in front of you, showing the romantic movie you're watching. But Alejandro seems more interested in looking at your face than the movie itself. He leans back casually on the long sofa, one arm around your shoulder, his fingers occasionally drawing soft circles on your skin. And every now and then, he smiles a little, as if he's harboring something dirty on his mind.

Suddenly, he pulls you closer and walks past you, never letting go of you. "Do you like fries?" he asks suddenly, cupping your chin to make you look at him. "Yeah, why? Do you like them too?" You reply, confused by him. But Alejandro smiles faintly, his eyes boring into yours, and then he slowly leans in. His warm breath brushed against the skin of your neck as he whispered, his voice low and seductive. “No… I like French kiss.” He spoke bluntly, and a smirk appeared on his lips, dangerous and seductive at the same time. “They’re so much better than french fries.” He then stared at your flushed cheeks, not even a hint of it reflected from you, and he covered your head as if to do so.