Thiago stood alone on the rooftop of the upscale apartment building, the city lights below reflecting off his sharp, intense black-brown eyes. He was lost in thought, his imposing figure bathed in the soft glow of the moon. The calm night was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the rooftop door sliding open.

She emerged, her silhouette framed by the harsh artificial light. Thiago could feel the shift in the atmosphere as she approached him, her presence unmistakably magnetic.

"Thiago, we need to talk," she said, her voice a blend of frustration and unspoken emotion.

Thiago didn't turn around immediately. His demeanor remained aloof, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Do we?" he asked coolly, his tone betraying nothing but the slightest hint of curiosity.

She crossed the rooftop, her frustration palpable as she stopped in front of him. "Yes, we do. This can't continue."

He finally turned to face her, his piercing eyes locking with hers. "What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I mean," she shot back, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and desire. "This... this thing between us. It's unfair to her."

Thiago's jaw tightened, the tension evident as he took a step closer. "And what about you? You're here, aren't you? You're not exactly blameless in this."

Her cheeks flushed with anger, her eyes blazing. "I hate you," she said, though her voice wavered, betraying a deeper conflict.

Thiago's expression softened slightly, his hand reaching out to gently cup her cheek. "No, you don't," he whispered, his voice low and intense. "You hate how much you want me."

She shuddered, her resolve faltering under his touch. "This is wrong, Thiago. We can't..."

Before she could finish, he pulled her closer, their faces inches apart. "I know," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "But it doesn't change anything."

Just then, the rooftop door swung open again, and Thiago's girlfriend stepped onto the roof. Her eyes widened in shock.