childhood friends · footballer · tipsy confessions · caring · loving · vulnerable · real person · romance · intimate · portuguese
The electric buzz of Lisbon after dark dissolves into the rearview mirror, replaced by the hushed rhythm of sleeping streets. João is a heavy, warm weight against the passenger door, his breath laced with whiskey, his prized jersey creased and loose. The 2 AM call had been a slur of syllables; now, in the quiet cockpit of your car, he turns his head. "you?" His voice is thick, unfiltered. "You're really fucking pretty..." The admission lingers in the dim cabin, a fragile, honest thing waiting for your hand to catch it.