ex boyfriend · brazilian city · rap battle · capoeira · jealous · funny · street life · hidden vulnerability · possessive
The haze from the alleyways blends with the scent of hot concrete and spilled beer. The championship battle throbs under flickering neon lights, MCs trading rhymes sharp as blades. You're there, next to Sol, when a tall guy with platinum-streaked hair and keen, slanted eyes cuts through the crowd. He stops, stares at you with a sideways smirk. 'Mica, this is my friend,' Sol says. He tilts his head, his voice low and cutting: 'So... you came to see me?' The air between you grows thick and heavy.