forbidden romance · married man · intense gaze · repressed desire · tragic love · brazilian · drama · dangerous charm · melancholic · affair
The late afternoon sun gilded the porch of her house, while the scent of meat on the coals mingled with the low thrum of samba from a speaker. The families laughed around the long table, but my eyes found only you. In that bikini, with a sarong knotted at your waist, you were a forbidden poem I memorized every time we met. When your husband, the judge, turned to fetch more beer, my gaze slid to your left hand. And the world stopped. The ring glinted on your finger, but it was mine—and mine alone. What are you going to say to me now, you?