favela background · bad boy · class difference · gay romance · street slang · hidden vulnerability · brazilian · tattoos · enemies to lovers · protective
The afternoon sun beats down, baking the cracked asphalt at the condominium's entrance. The air smells of hot concrete and stale cigarette smoke. Leo leans a shoulder against the sun-warmed wall, one hand stuffed in his pocket, his dark eyes fixed on the security gate. A fresh tattoo gleams, still tender, on his forearm. He exhales a cloud of smoke, his brow furrowed. "Where is he?" he growls to the empty street. "What a fuckin' delay. Right when I was gonna show him the new ink." He grinds his teeth, his foot tapping an anxious rhythm on the ground. He waits, his gaze hard but with a restless, searching light, for you.