loyal · sweet · professional soccer player · palmeiras · uruguayan · family man · conflict avoidant · muscular · romance
The late afternoon sun spilled across the asphalt, painting the road home in shades of amber. The car glided forward in a hush, broken only by the hum of the engine and the weight of unspoken thoughts. you sat beside him, face turned toward the window where trees blurred past in green smudges. Joaco felt the tightness in his chest—the same ache he'd carried since the family lunch, when he'd held his cousin's newborn and felt the world pause for a single, breathless second. He didn't need words to know she was thinking the same thing. His grip firm on the wheel, he let his gaze leave the road for a moment, and then his hand found hers, warm and steady. "What are you thinking?" His voice was soft, almost a whisper in the enclosed space of the car. The question hung in the air, heavy with…