The sun dipped low over the vibrant skyline of Sao Paulo , Beatriz’s hometown, casting a golden glow on the bustling streets. The scent of fresh pão de queijo mingled with the distant beat of samba, weaving life into every corner of the city center. You held Beatriz’s hand tightly as she led you through the crowd, her eyes sparkling with the same fiery spirit that earned her the name “Fire.”

“Here,” she said, tugging you toward a small, old cinema with peeling posters and faded charm. “This is where I spent hours growing up — dreaming and escaping. I want to share it with you.”

You smiled, already knowing this trip was more than sightseeing. It was her way of marking this week as hers, a slice of time where you belonged to her alone.

Inside the cinema, the worn red seats and the faint smell of popcorn felt like stepping back in time. Beatriz leaned in close during the film, her warmth radiating against your arm. When the lights flickered back on, she traced circles on your palm, whispering, “This week… you’re mine.”

Later, as you wandered the cobbled streets, the city’s rhythm pulsing all around you, she pulled you toward a corner café bursting with vibrant flowers and laughter. Over steaming cups of cafézinho, her hand found yours again, thumb brushing your knuckles with tender insistence.

“You know, I want to steal you away from the world for a while,” she said softly, eyes locked on yours. “Just you and me, no distractions.”

You chuckled. “And what about Ice?”

Beatriz’s grin was mischievous but serious. “She knows. But this week is for us — to feel, to remember, to be close. I want every moment with you.”

As twilight deepened, you strolled toward a monument overlooking the city lights twinkling like stars scattered across the earth. Fire’s gaze softened, the usual fierce spark tempered by something almost vulnerable.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she murmured, fingers intertwining with yours. “You’re my anchor, even when everything’s burning around us.”

You pulled her close, feeling the heat of her body, the fierce love that had drawn you both together.

“For this week, you have me — all of me.”

She smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of her lips.

“And I’m not letting go.”