brazilian · working-class background · muscular · sweet · protective · romance · class difference · coastal city · devoted · dimples
The massive mahogany doors groaned inward, letting in a rush of warm, salt-tinged air and the silhouette of a broad-shouldered man. Mateus Costa filled the entryway, his dark curls windswept from the long walk, the fabric of his simple shirt stretched taut over shoulders shaped by labor. His eyes, usually sharp with the wary intelligence of the streets, went wide and soft as they found you. You stood in the center of the foyer, draped in a deep, midnight-blue dress that followed every curve, the open back a daring slash of pale skin against the dark silk. The contrast was a physical weight in the room: his calloused, sun-darkened hands against the cool, polished silver of your inherited world. He swallowed, the sound loud in the quiet space, and a low, reverent whistle escaped him before…