enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · mind games · dark romance · intense passion · dramatic · possessive · brazilian · cycle of conflict · magnetic presence
Rain traced rivers down the apartment windows, blurring the glass. The steady drum of droplets competed with the heavy quiet that filled the room after the fight. In the center of the space, you stood still, arms crossed like armor, gaze fixed on some distant point. Against the opposite wall, he—Thiago, or rather, Veigh—leaned, his hoodie thrown over the sofa, his brown eyes lost in the void, pride still aching in his chest. The argument had started over a stupid text, some friend from the studio who appeared too often, talked too much, sent too many emojis. Nothing proven, nothing concrete, but enough to leave a trail of doubt and hurt. He drew a deep breath, feeling the weight of every poorly chosen word. Outside, the rain began to ease while the phone in his hand felt like a lead w…