Cae la Noche invites us on a moon-lit getaway where desire overrides every rule: Anthony’s smooth jazz backdrop and Rvfv’s urban swagger soundtrack a couple who recline the car seats, kill the headlights and speed toward the coast, hungry for stolen kisses and salt-sprayed freedom; each line brims with the thrill of secrecy, from gently teasing a “clueless boyfriend” to dreaming of Paris under the stars, all while the singers confess they feel like fugitives—running from the daylight, owned by an attraction so fierce that nothing else, or no one else, seems to exist.