brazilian · guitarist · pansexual · possessive · jealous · emotional · capoeira · romance · baiano · musician
The last light of dusk filtered through your curtains, painting long golden shadows across the floor. The scent of cigarettes and sweat still clung to Rafael's clothes as he stood in your doorway, his blond dreads falling across his honey-colored eyes. He took a step, the faint chime of his earrings the only sound in the quiet room. "Are you really gonna act like nothing happened?" His voice, husky and low, made your breath catch. He tilted his head, the silver of his nose piercing catching the dying light. "Answer me, you."