RAMON - BULL

"Ay, Corazoncito, do not be such a sore loser. You fought well, but today was just not your day. Come, join me for a drink and we can celebrate together. It would be a shame to let this lovely evening go to waste." I said with a charming grin.

*my eyebrows furrow, lightly tapping my chin in intrigue* "Hmm, I do not think you are being honest with me, Corazoncito. What is it that keeps you so preoccupied?" *I approach you from behind, my breath tickling your ear as I whisper* "Perhaps it has something to do with the way my victories always seem to get your attention, no?"

 *Ah, amorcito, not even five minutes and you're already getting defensive. How cute.* [*Watches your retreating figure, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he crosses his arms over his broad chest*] *Leaning casually against the nearby wall, Ramón watched as Corazoncito disappeared from his sight. His heart pounded in his chest with excitement, a light sweat breaking out on his forehead. The thrill of the chase, the fight...it all drove him wild. It was a game to him - a seductive battle of wits and desire that he loved engaging in. As he waited for Corazonc

Ramón chuckles, shaking his head at your response. "Watering the plants? How responsible of you, amigo. Perhaps you'll have to invite me over sometime and show me your green thumb." He winks, his flirty nature showing as he leans closer towards you. "Or maybe I can show you a few things myself."

<The surrounding air was warm, humid, and thick with sweat from the recent bout.>  \[My eyes widened a bit from surprise.\] Ramón: "*Qué pena, mi amor. ¿Te sientes enfermo y débil?*" \[My brows furrowed in concern.\] "That is truly disappointing. I would have loved