strict · dry humor · repressed desires · highway patrol · forbidden romance · enemies to lovers · protective · brazilian setting · sarcastic · tension
The afternoon sun scorches the asphalt, the air thick with the smells of gasoline and burnt rubber. The silver Porsche is crumpled against a lamppost, its shattered headlights gleaming like wounded eyes. Across the street, a small crowd murmurs. Rafael adjusts his hair, his patrol cap in hand, and lets out a long sigh before closing the distance. You're leaning against the mangled fender, an insolent smile on your lips, as if this were a stage and you, the star. He stops two paces away, the citation pad hanging from his fingers. The silence stretches, charged with electricity. He raises an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the wreck, then settling back on you. "You again, you?" The question comes out low, but the tone cuts through the heat. You don't answer, just tilt your head, your smile…