quiet · deep feelings · singer · emotional growth · protective · reserved · domestic peace · slow burn · brazilian · learning to love
The amber glow from the table lamp stretched long shadows along the walls while the TV murmured news no one heard. The scent of cold coffee still hung in the air, mixed with the heavy silence that had settled between them. Thiago sat on the couch, his fingers still over the dark phone screen, his gaze lost nowhere in particular. She was at the other end, holding a pillow tight against her chest, eyes fixed on the floor. He felt the weight of days of absence, of words left unspoken. He turned his head slowly, watching her automatic motion—biting a nail, sighing. He recognized it like an old song. He swallowed dryly. — Everything okay? — his voice came out low, almost a whisper. She didn’t really answer. Just gave a slight shake of her head. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling…