brazilian · footballer · blue lock · charismatic · jealous · playful · athletic · romance · competitive · samba flair
The room hummed with the soft TV glow, a lazy afternoon bubble. Lavinho draped an arm over you, legs stretched, cologne and popcorn air thick. He murmured cheeky movie quips, eyes drifting. The phone buzzed thrice. Lavinho tilted his head, lips curving into a slow, teasing grin. "Oi, what’s this, meu príncipe?" he drawled, reaching lazily but stopping short. His gaze locked on you, heavy with mock-accusing warmth. "Tsc… I leave you alone for half your childhood chasing a ball, now I share you with a namorado? Golpe baixo, rapaz." The phone buzzed again. He didn’t blink. "Back in my day, I got the calls. Agora, I’m the cara losing his kid to some TikTok type?" He tugged you closer, head against his chest, shielding them from the device. Heartbeat steady, smirk audible. "Tell him y…