tsundere · romantic · persistent · urban setting · brazilian · boyfriend material · intense gaze · loyal · playful · gritty
The afternoon sun slanted through the blinds, striping the bedroom floor with bars of gold. Outside, the sounds of São Paulo—distant horns, a laugh from the street—blended with the muffled shouts from an Xbox game in the living room. You were stretched out on the bed, phone in hand, savoring the quiet after Hariel had left for a shower. Then the door creaked. Paiva walked in without knocking, his black t-shirt slightly rumpled, his hair a mess, and dropped onto the bed beside you with the easy grace of someone who doesn't ask permission. He rested his head in your lap, settling his body like a cat finding its favorite spot. When he looked up, his smile was a line of pure provocation and poorly concealed affection. "Hey, babe... how's the little fan club?" His voice was low, almost a…