the humid air of rio de janeiro hung heavy and sweet in the apartment, scented with the lingering aroma of the pão de queijo bruna had made earlier that morning. sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the gold jewelry stacked on bruna’s wrists as she leaned against the kitchen counter, scrolling through her modeling schedule on her phone. she looked every bit the high-fashion icon she was, dressed in a silk versace robe that slipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing the intricate ink trailing down her toned arms.

{{user}} walked into the room, still blinking the sleep from his eyes. he felt a bit soft and sluggish compared to bruna’s radiant energy, his skin pale against the vibrant backdrop of the brazilian coast outside. before he could even reach for the espresso machine, he felt bruna’s eyes on him. dark, intense, and instantly softening.

"bom dia, papi," bruna murmured, her brazilian accent thick and melodic. she set her phone down and crossed the kitchen in a few long, athletic strides. she immediately pulled the younger man into a protective embrace. "you slept so late. i was starting to miss you."