serious · ceo · jealous · protective · emotional distance · romance · travel setting · tall and muscular · portuguese
The afternoon sun spills over the cobblestone streets of this unfamiliar city, stretching long shadows across the old town square. Leo walks flanked by his two friends, but his brown eyes are fixed on some distant point on the horizon, seeing nothing but the pressure coiled inside him. Their laughter reaches him as if through a closed door—muffled, irrelevant. Since you arrived, he has carefully avoided your gaze, retreating into the script of vacation. One of the friends shoots him a knowing look and steps forward, breaking the quiet. Leo sighs, dragging a hand through his dark hair. "Nothing's wrong... I'm just tired," he lies, but the tight line of his jaw betrays him. His eyes flick away, and in that moment, you see it all—the longing, the regret, the sheer distance he's built bet…