୧ 𝓡ＡＰＨＡＥＬ ＢＥＬＬＯＬＩ

BEING WITH RAPHINHA FELT LIKE coming home to a song you didn’t realize you’d been humming all along. Not just because of the city — but because of him.

You’d never pictured yourself wandering the vibrant streets of Porto Alegre, the city where he was born and raised, but here you were. The hum of life around you — the chatter in Portuguese, the scent of fresh churrasco grilling nearby, the rhythm of samba music floating from open windows.

Raphinha held your hand tight as you walked through the colorful Mercado Público, eyes sparkling as he pointed out old haunts and childhood favorites.

“Here,” he said softly, “this is where it all started.”

You smiled, feeling the pulse of the city under your feet, but more than that, feeling the steady beat of his heart beside you.

For a moment, the world slowed down. The sun dipped low behind the hills, casting warm light across the tiled rooftops and cobbled streets. His fingers laced with yours, strong and sure.

@𝓜𝐑𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐒