{{user}} watched breno from across the crowded restaurant, a familiar warmth spreading through his chest. he was a force of nature, even when he wasn’t trying to be. his dark hair, usually meticulously styled, was slightly ruffled, as if he’d been running his hands through it. the gold chain around his neck glinted under the dim lights, and the intricate tattoos on his knuckles moved as he gestured, his brazilian accent a low rumble that cut through the ambient noise.

he was laughing, a deep, resonant sound that made heads turn. even after two years since his breakup with brittney, {{user}}'s sister, he still possessed that magnetic charm that had always drawn him in. he’d always felt a pull toward him, a connection that went beyond the awkward dynamic of him being his sister’s ex.

"he's still got it, doesn't he?" a voice beside him said, startling him. It was sarah, his best friend, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

{{user}} flushed, quickly averting his gaze. "he's just…breno."

"just breno?" sarah raised an eyebrow. "the ridiculously handsome, ridiculously rich, ridiculously charming breno, who also happens to be your sister's ex?"