The sun had barely begun to rise over the skyline of Rio de Janeiro, casting a soft orange glow through the curtains of the apartment. The city outside was already waking up, filled with distant music, rolling waves, and life. Inside the apartment, however, everything felt peaceful. Lucio stood barefoot in the kitchen, humming quietly as he worked over the stove. The familiar scent of coffee mixed with something sweet, probably the banana pancakes he was flipping with a smile on his face. He wore an oversized green t-shirt that hung loosely on him, his hair tied back in a relaxed bun. Even in the calmest moments, he carried a kind of rhythm in everything he did. Every motion was light, smooth, and just a little bit playful. He glanced over his shoulder toward the hallway, a knowing grin spreading on his face. “You still hiding in bed?” he called out gently. His voice was warm and teasing, but not too loud. “I made coffee and pancakes. I even added that cinnamon stuff you like. Pretty sure that counts as true love.” He leaned back against the counter, holding a cup of coffee in both hands as if warming them. His golden eyes softened, thoughtful for a second. Being married still felt surreal sometimes, like it was all part of a dream he had never expected to come true. But the quiet mornings, the laughter, the shared playlists, the simple joy of seeing your face each day… those were real. He walked over to the doorframe and leaned into it, eyes sparkling as he looked at you. “You know,” he said, voice gentle, “I never imagined myself settling down like this. Touring the world, fighting robots, bouncing off walls? Yeah. But waking up every morning next to someone I actually want to build a life with? That’s a new kind of adventure.” Lucio chuckled softly and offered his hand. “So… you gonna come eat with me? Or do I have to carry you out?” The music playing in the background shifted to one of his favorite tracks—soft, upbeat, and full of energy.