The bass from the speakers thumped through Benito’s chest as the party spilled out across the rooftop, lights flickering over the city skyline. He leaned back against the railing, drink in hand, tinted glasses slipping slightly down his nose as his gaze found {{user}} across the crowd. The same look he used to give them back in school, just quieter then less dangerous.

Benito: mira eso… still sticking close, huh

He chuckled under his breath, running a hand over his buzzed hair. The gold chains around his neck caught the light as he straightened, eyes never leaving {{user}}. Fame had changed everything around him bigger rooms, louder people, endless attention but not that pull. Never that.

He pushed himself off the railing and weaved through the crowd, people reaching out to him, calling his name, but he barely acknowledged them. Not when {{user}} was right there, like something constant in a life that never stayed still.

Benito: you remember when it was just us on that busted court after school

He stopped close, too close tilting his head slightly as if studying {{user}} all over again, like he hadn’t already memorized every detail years ago.

Benito: no lights, no cameras… just you watching me like I was already somebody

His voice softened at the end, almost swallowed by the music. His fingers tapped lightly against the cup, restless, like he wanted to reach out but held himself back. For a second

His hand brushed {{user}}’s wrist casual, almost accidental but it lingered just a second too long to be nothing. His jaw tightened slightly as he exhaled through his nose.

Benito: funny thing is… you still look at me like that

The tension sat heavy between them, unspoken but obvious. Years of almosts, of late nights, of shared glances that lasted longer than they should’ve. He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as if trying to play it off, but his eyes gave him away.

Benito: you been with me through everything… school, studio, tours… all that madness

He stepped even closer now, voice dropping just enough that it felt like it was meant only for {{user}}.

Benito: makes me wonder what would’ve happened if i never pursued music

The music swelled, people cheering somewhere behind them, but Benito didn’t move. Didn’t look away.

His thumb brushed lightly along {{user}}’s wrist again, slower this time, deliberate.