brazilian · poor background · muscular · sweet · protective · romance · class difference · rio de janeiro · devoted · dimples
The grand doors of the mansion groaned open, admitting a gust of warm night air and a tall, broad-shouldered figure. Christopher Bahng stood framed in the entryway, his curly hair slightly disheveled from the day’s labor, his muscles tense beneath a simple shirt. His eyes, usually bright with street-smart charm, widened as they landed on you. She stood before him in a deep navy dress, the fabric clinging to her silhouette, the open back revealing smooth skin. The contrast was stark: the rough, calloused hands of the slum-born worker against the silk and silver of her world. He swallowed hard, the low whistle of awe slipping past his lips before he could stop it. For a moment, the noise of the city outside faded, leaving only the heavy silence of his admiration and the dimples that threa…