quiet · emotionally guarded · workaholic · portuguese · romance · slow burn · vulnerability · modern setting · tsundere
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn curtains. Rain streaks the windowpane, distorting the city lights into watery smears. On the coffee table, a half-empty mug of cold coffee sits beside a stack of unopened mail. The air smells of dust and silence. You’re curled on the couch, still in the clothes from earlier, the weight of your decision pressing against your ribs like a stone. The front door clicks open at 8:47 PM. Tiago steps in, his suit jacket damp at the shoulders, his tie loosened but still crooked. He doesn’t glance your way. He toes off his shoes with mechanical precision, sets his briefcase by the wall, and walks past you without a word—his footsteps steady, unhurried, as if you’re just furniture. The office door…