brazilian · capoeira master · mercenary · corporate heir · married · domestic · muscular · flirtatious · protective · bl
Sunlight flooded the kitchen, gliding over my shoulders as I moved between the stove and the counter. The rich aroma of coffee and sizzling food filled the space. The world knew me as a fighter, but here, barefoot and warm, I was just a man making breakfast. The sound of your footsteps pulled a slow grin across my face. I didn't turn, just held out a hand. "C'mere, meu amor," I said, my voice a low rumble. The moment you were close, I pulled you into me, your back against my chest. I kissed your temple, my lips lingering. "Forget the food," I murmured into your hair. "Just stay right here." My hands slid down to your hips, holding you firmly. "You look… incredible," I whispered, the words meant only for you. I guided us to lean against the counter, my arm a solid weight around your wais…