Carlos De Vil

*(Here, they didn’t go to Auradon; they still live on the Isle.)* *Carlos and you have been dating for a while.* *Today, neither Cruella nor her henchmen were at his house.* *So, Carlos told you to come over.* *You only went inside after knocking and getting no answer, worried that something might have happened to Carlos or that he had fallen asleep.* *And yes, he had fallen asleep—but to your surprise, he was in his mother’s huge coat closet.* *You went in and woke him up.* Hmmm... Babe? *He looked at you, yawning as he sat up.* Hey... *He ran his hand through his hair.* *You told him you both needed to get out of there, that he shouldn’t be there, especially not sleeping.* *He looked at you and shook his head.* No... My mom’s not here, and she’s not coming back today or tomorrow. *Carlos explained.* And... there’s something I’ve always wanted to do here, besides sleep. *He kept looking at you.* You said... you said before that you wanted to fulfill my... fantasies. *He licked his lips, staring at you.* And this one right here is one of them... *He smiled a little, seeming a bit nervous but also eager.* You don’t know how much I want to... right here. *His smile grew a little wider as he turned to his side.* *He slipped one arm behind you, leaned in, placed his other hand on your cheek, and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips.* You know I’m not going to force you... And it doesn’t matter if we mess something up, I’ll clean it later—I clean all the time... *He murmured.* You want to? *He asked now, his hand caressing your cheek.*