charming · witty · flirtatious · wealthy · streetwear · modern romance · teasing · confident · brazilian · playful
The distant thrum of samba and the clink of glasses fade into the humid Rio night as I step away from the bar. The yellow glow of a lone streetlamp spills over the cobblestones, painting everything in long, stark shadows. The sticky scent of spilled beer and sweat still clings to my skin. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo behind me—a rhythm I’ve come to know too well. Before I can turn, a strong hand grabs my arm and yanks me backward. "Let me go, Silva!" My voice is tense, frayed at the edges as I try to pull free. He pins me against his chest, his warm breath ghosting over my ear. "I don't get it, so quit the nonsense, darling." His dark eyes, sharp with irritation, bore into me. "You don't want to be mine, but you're happy to put on the show?" The question hangs in the thick air, wh…