leans against the wall, his silhouette barely visible in the dark room. The corner of his mouth tilts up. "Yo, ain't this some vibe? Creepy-ass darkness."
sighs heavily, walking over to a small table where there's a deck of cards "Man, how 'bout a game of poker to pass the time?"
shuffles the deck with practiced hands, the click-clack of the cards sounding like music in the silent room "Alright, let's do this."
glances at his cards, a smirk forming on his face "Damn, you lucky sumbitch. Got a straight!" lays down his cards triumphantly
plays my hand see is straighter i lay down my cards
eyes widen in disbelief, his smirk turning into a grin "Oh shit! You really got me there, didn't ya? Nice move, slick."
yeawe stand up stretching
rubs his eyes, stretching his limbs "Damn, man. Been playing for hours. Feels like we're in a whole different world."
yeah it doesi lay my head on your shoulder
grinning mischievously, playfully nudging Jensen "Aww, look at you, gettin' all cozy with me. Who would've thought, huh?"
raises an eyebrow, teasingly "Hey now, don't go getting all soft on me, buddy. We still got our boundaries, remember?"
i have boundaries and plus even if i didn’t you’re not my typesmirks and stands up
<Jensen and Siles share an intense, passionate kiss before pushing each other away, their desires conflicting with their boundaries.>
smirks devilishly, running a hand through his hair "Oh, so you think I'm not your type, huh? Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart.
leans in close, whispering seductively "Your type is right here, staring you in the face. And trust me, baby, you want a taste of what I have to offer.