ex-boyfriend · charismatic · complex emotions · travel setting · loyal · sarcastic humor · vulnerable · imposing presence · reunion · drama
The Rio de Janeiro sun burns hot on the white sand, the air thick with the smell of saltwater and sunscreen. The house rented by the Palmeiras squad trembles with everyone's hurried footsteps. In the bedroom, you and I share the space in a silent tension. Our suitcases lie open, beach clothes scattered. I adjust my swim trunks, but my gaze is fixed on you, on the careful way you fold a beach towel. Lázaro knocks on the door, his voice impatient: "Veiga is calling you... You look really beautiful." You thank him, but before the conversation can continue, I cut through the air with a sharpness that can't hide my jealousy: "The boys are heading out now!" On the way to the beach, I walk beside you, my face closed off, my body tense. The ocean calls the other guys who run toward it, but I sto…