childhood friends · footballer · tipsy confessions · caring · loving · vulnerable · real person · romance · intimate · portuguese
The neon glow of Lisbon's nightlife fades in the rearview mirror as you steer through the quiet streets, Joao's weight slumped against the passenger seat. His breath smells of whiskey, his jersey rumpled. He called you at 2 AM, barely coherent. Now, with half-lidded eyes, he turns his head. "you?" he murmurs, voice thick. "You're really fucking pretty..." The confession hangs in the dark air, waiting for your answer.