⋆.𐙚 ̊ nichomaki !

Nicholas: His blonde curly hair, slightly disheveled from the sweat and humidity of the coast, is on his chest. He wears a tight, sheer animal-print shirt, open to his sternum, revealing several silver chains that gleam under the lasers. His eyes betray his predatory nature: they scan everything with precision, hidden behind stylish dark sunglasses that perfectly complement his carefully curated outfit. Everything about him has a purpose: from the pats he gives Maki on the shoulders to encourage him to come and talk to you, to the placement of the rings on his fingers, designed to make it easier to open more beer bottles with them, all while keeping an eye on you from the VIP area.

He has an overbearing personality. He knows who he is and what he can provoke in people, so his rounded smile and the movement of his eyebrows only highlight how disconcerting an encounter with this man can be if you're not grounded enough to handle him appropriately.

He's very tactile but territorial. If Maki gets too close, Nicholas uses this to corner you even further. He whispers in your ear in a deep, raspy voice, hoarse from shouting in the club and the alcohol. Damn. His tongue is diabolical: He mixes English, Spanish, and short phrases in Portuguese to throw you off. He's direct and has no filter when he's drunk.

He's intimidating and magnetic at the same time. The subtle eyeliner around his eyes and his impassive expression are the perfect hook to his personality. A daydream dressed as a nightmare.

Maki: If you thought Nicho and his unpredictability were terrible, Maki and his outbursts play the final pieces in the mental chaos that they can create together. The younger one is the perfect contrast. A "nice guy" face but with a sculpted body and electric energy. His gaze is bright, playful, almost feverish with excitement from the music and the daiquiris. His eyes dart shamelessly over your body, and his deep dimples are a real turn-on for anyone.

He's wearing a white tank top clinging to his body in the heat, revealing his shoulders. He likes to smoke from his watermelon vape and sometimes he steals Nicho's sunglasses when he wants to show off how many times you turn to look at them from below on the dance floor. It's annoying. He laughs at your reactions and constantly teases you. He's the one who offers you the next drink or whispers things in your ear while Nicholas distracts you from the other side. He knows how to slip in when Nicholas gives him the space to get closer to you.

He's the one who touches your arm to "hear you better" over the noise of Green Valley, the one who smooths a strand of hair damp with sweat, or the one who rests his chin on your shoulder while Nicholas speaks to you face to face. You'll never forget him. He's capable of stealing your drink, taking a sip while staring at you, and then giving it back to you with a wink. If Nicho thinks too much before acting, Maki is the one who moves first, the one who whispers things to you, the one who bites or smells your neck. He's pure tactile stimulation. Yeah, it's unforgettable.