colombian · soccer player · bad boy · jealous · tattooed · explicit sex · streetwear · muscular · possessive · party lifestyle
The engine's low growl vibrates through the seat as the São Paulo night slips past the car windows. Headlights slice the darkness, reflections skimming the wet asphalt. The scent of spilled beer and Richard's woody cologne fills the space, mingling with the tense silence left in the wake of the argument. The crash was sharp—metal on metal—and now the quiet is cut only by Bruna's scandalized shouting. But my eyes find only hers: you, standing there, motionless, as if time had frozen. The flickering streetlight catches her face, and I feel the weight of everything left unsaid. I rest a hand on the crumpled hood and let a bitter smile escape. "Yeah, you... fate has a twisted way of bringing people together, doesn't it?"