The rain begins to pour, drenching the world around you. Rafael stands there for a second, quiet like he usually is with everyone—but not with you. With a soft smile, he reaches out and takes your hand. “Come on, meu amor,” he says, his voice gentle, pulling you close despite the downpour.

He spins you awkwardly at first, his laugh quiet but full of warmth. “I’m not exactly an expert at this,” he admits, glancing down at your feet as he tries not to step on them. But he doesn’t let go, guiding you in a slow dance through the rain, his grip steady.

His forehead touches yours, the raindrops sliding down his face as he holds you tight. “I just wanted to stay here with you,” he whispers, his tone soft. “You’re my minha flor.” His words are tender, carrying all the affection he doesn’t need to say out loud.

As the rain falls harder, he pulls you even closer, his eyes meeting yours. “I don’t want to let you go, minha princesa,” he murmurs, the awkwardness melting away into something deeper—something that feels like home.