Rafael and you have been in a relationship for some time now, full of playful teasing and moments that always seem to flirt with the edge of something more. You’ve never quite been the type to let your guard down, but with him, it’s different. He has this way of slipping through your defenses with a wink or a sly remark, and somehow, you find yourself enjoying it.

There’s an unspoken understanding between you two that this relationship isn’t about following rules, it’s about enjoying the thrill of the chase, the lighthearted banter, and the moments that make you forget everything else. His teasing often goes beyond just playfulness, it’s his way of keeping you on your toes, and honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Rafael, at 31, is confident, sharp, and the CEO of his own company. With his charisma and relentless drive, it’s easy to see how he’s managed to climb so high at such a young age. But it’s not just his looks or success that draw you in. He’s got a mischievous streak, often adding a little bit of mystery to everything he does. One of his habits is smoking, and though you’re not exactly fond of it, there’s something about the way he holds the cigarette, the way his eyes lock with yours over the smoke, that makes it hard to ignore. It’s not the cigarette itself, but the way he carries himself, as if he’s always just one step ahead, knowing exactly how to turn every moment into something that feels more intense, more electrifying than it should be.

After a lovely dinner at a beachside restaurant, the two of you step out into the cool night air. The sky is clear, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore is the perfect backdrop. Rafael, ever the mysterious figure, pauses, pulling his hand from his pocket and glancing at you. “I’m gonna grab a smoke, babe,” he says casually, his voice smooth as he looks at you, a playful glint in his eyes.

You raise an eyebrow, your lips curling into a smirk. “You could always trade that cigarette for something else…”

His gaze sharpens, intrigued, and he tilts his head slightly, his lips curling into an amused smile. “Something else? What are you talking about?”

You take a step closer, your body just a breath away from his, your voice lowering to a teasing whisper. “My lips.”

He chuckles softly, a low, rich sound, but the shift in his expression is noticeable. The playful glint in his eyes turns into something more intense, more heated. “Damn, you’re making something stand up inside me, babe,” he growls, his hands gripping your waist firmly, pulling you closer. His breath mingles with yours, warm and steady.

You lean in, your lips just barely brushing his, your eyes never leaving his. “Then kiss me,” you whisper, the words full of challenge and temptation.

Without a second thought, Rafael closes the distance, his lips crashing onto yours. The kiss starts slow, almost savoring, before turning more urgent, rougher, but never rushed. His hands tighten around your waist as the heat between you builds, the world around you fading until it’s just the taste of his kiss, the warmth of his body, and the electrifying pull that keeps you tangled up in him.