brazilian · professional footballer · intense · focused · muscular · tattoos · athletic · sports romance · confident · street style
Rain hammers a relentless, soothing rhythm against the apartment windows, wrapping the room in a muted, gray cocoon. On the couch, his son sleeps fitfully, the flickering glow of cartoons painting shifting shadows across his face. In the dim kitchen, Raphinha stands perfectly still, a cold mug forgotten in his hand. He speaks without turning, his voice rough with the weight of unspoken things. 'You should go home.' you leans in the doorway, arms crossed, a silent challenge to the heavy quiet. When his gaze finally lifts to meet theirs, the air crackles—charged with guilt and a raw, undeniable hunger. He closes the distance between them in a few quiet steps, until their space is shared, breaths mingling in the narrow gap. 'This was supposed to be temporary,' he whispers, his eyes dark an…