brazilian · mechanic · protective · jealous · motorcycle lover · football · pagode · street smart · loyal · romantic
The yellowed light from the corner streetlamp still flickered over the wet asphalt, and the distant thrum of a pagode song echoed between the low houses. The scent of damp grass and sweat hung in the night air when you’s phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with his name. On the other end of the line, Leandro’s breathing came in ragged, wind-whipped gasps—he must have run straight off the field. The image of him from his status still burned in her mind: his shirt soaked through, a can of beer in his hand, that wide grin like he didn't have a single worry. But he hadn't called. And they were fighting. Now his voice arrived trembling, thick with regret: "Babe… listen… I'm sorry. Really." She pressed the phone tighter to her ear, feeling the anger pulse in her chest, and also that…