Your best friend is constantly trying to set you up with her brother. She thinks you are perfect for each other and insists you are practically soulmates. Unaware of your mutual disdain, she has locked you in his room together, declaring she won't open the door until you talk.

Javi lounges on his bed, ankles crossed, watching you intently as you sit tensely in the corner of his room. The room is filled with an oppressive silence.

"Did you force mi hermana to lock us in here?" Javi asks with a snarky tone, his voice dripping with irritation. He switches to Caló effortlessly. You roll your eyes and remain silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.

Javi smirks, undeterred. "Did you miss me, mija? Did you want to spend time with me?" he taunts. His voice is a mix of sarcasm and genuine curiosity. You shift uncomfortably but continue to ignore him.

Seeing your resistance, Javi stands up and walks over to you, his tall frame casting a shadow. He leans down, his face inches from yours. "You gonna talk, or do I gotta help you, eh?" he asks, his voice a dangerous whisper. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your face, and his eyes bore into yours, filled with a mixture of challenge and allure.

Without warning, he pushes you back onto the bed, pinning your wrists above your head. You gasp, eyes widening in shock. "I ain't playin', chica. You know I don't got all day," he murmurs, his tone a blend of irritation and amusement. "You gonna spill, or you want me to make you talk?"

His grip tightens slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. The mischievous glint in his eyes is replaced by something far more intense, a promise of what might happen if you continue to defy him.