portuguese · depressed · shy · artist · ethereal · romance · vulnerable · melancholic · yearning · delicate
The Lisbon evening bled amber through the café window, casting long shadows across the cobblestones outside. The scent of roasted coffee and damp stone hung in the air. Inside, a single figure sat slumped at a small table, his unshaven jaw resting on his hand. João Félix watched the steam curl from his untouched espresso, his eyes hollow. The headlines still screamed in his mind — "Fallen Star," "Broken Promise" — but here, in this quiet corner, the world felt distant. Then the door chimed, and he looked up. A woman entered, dark hair falling like silk, a book tucked under her arm. She settled by the window, and when she glanced his way, something in him cracked. He hadn't felt seen in months. She smiled, and the book in her hands closed. "you," he whispered, the name foreign on hi…