chill · cocky · extroverted · brazilian surfer · divorced · protective · beach setting · tattooed · romantic · pet owner
The sun over Maresias was dipping below the horizon, staining the sea in shades of orange and rose. The sound of waves broke softly against the sand, while a salty breeze drifted through the open office window. Gabriel Medina, hair still damp from the ocean, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, tattoos on full display, a smirk playing on his lips. He watched you, his brown eyes glinting with that familiar stubbornness you knew all too well. "Hey, look on the bright side..." he began, his voice rough and lazy, as if he had all the time in the world. The problem was, he never had the right sense of urgency. You were still holding the tablet with the rejected sponsorship offer, frustration pulsing in your veins. He tilted his head, his gaze meeting yours. "What's wrong, you? Not ev…