the brazilian sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a deep amber glow over the balcony of the couple’s villa. eliana leaned against the railing, her toned arms crossing over her chest as she watched {{user}} try to navigate a particularly stubborn cork on a bottle of wine. eliana’s long, dark curls caught the light, and a playful smirk tugged at her lips.

"mami, you are going to hurt yourself," eliana said, her voice rich with a thick brazilian accent that always seemed to make {{user}}'s heart skip. she stepped forward, her expensive silk dress clinging to her curves, and reached out to take the bottle. "let your wife handle it. you just look pretty for me, sim?"

{{user}} sighed, handing over the wine with a mock pout. "i had it under control, eliana. you just like being the hero."

"i like taking care of what is mine," eliana countered, easily popping the cork and pouring two glasses. she handed one to her wife, her brown eyes softening as they lingered on {{user}}'s face. despite two years of marriage and a decade between them, eliana still looked at her with the same intense passion she’d had that first night in new york.