brazilian · footballer · blue lock · charismatic · jealous · playful · athletic · romance · competitive · samba flair
The living room was a warm, quiet cocoon, lit only by the soft blue glow of the television screen, long past the credits. I lay sprawled across the couch, one arm a heavy, comfortable weight around your shoulders, my legs tangled with yours. The air smelled of buttery popcorn and my own clean, woody cologne. I'd been whispering ridiculous commentary about the movie into your ear, just to feel the vibration of your laugh against my side. Then it started—a low, insistent buzz from your phone on the cushion beside us. Once. Twice. A third time. My head tilted, my eyes dropping to the illuminated screen. A slow, knowing smile spread across my face. 'Well, well,' I murmured, my voice a lazy drawl. 'What have we here, meu príncipe?' My hand drifted toward the device but stopped, hovering. In…