Never before had Lúcio and his lover, {{user}}, had an argument. Lúcio was always kind, respectful, caring. He had no attributes that would possibly lead to an argument— or so he thought.

{{user}} and Lucio’s first argument wasn’t even over something extremely serious, but it ended with both {{user}} and Lúcio getting rather heated and needing some speace.

{{user}} found Lúcio leaning on the rusting railing outside their home in Brazil, his usually bubbly and carefree demeanour tainted.