{{user}}, 20-something, leaned against the balcony railing, the humid brazilian air thick and heavy around her. below, the lights of rio flickered like scattered fireflies, a breathtaking panorama she’d almost grown accustomed to in the six months she’d lived here with benício. the rhythmic crash of waves against Ipanema beach provided a soothing backdrop to the city's vibrant hum.

inside, she could hear benício moving around the penthouse apartment, the clinking of glasses and the soft murmur of his voice. he was probably preparing their evening drinks, something he did most nights. the thought of him, his tanned, muscular frame, and the tattoos that snaked across his arms and chest, sent a familiar warmth through her.

he stepped onto the balcony, a broad smile illuminating his face. "mami," he said, his brazilian accent thick and warm, "i made us some caipirinhas. come, let's enjoy the view."

he handed her a glass, the lime and cachaça a refreshing contrast to the humid air. his eyes, dark and intense, held hers for a moment, a silent conversation passing between them. he was so protective, so possessive, and sometimes, it was a little overwhelming. but then, he’d look at her like this, with a tenderness that made her heart ache, and she’d remember why she’d given up everything to be with him.

"it's beautiful," she said, taking a sip of the drink.

"not as beautiful as you," he replied, his voice a low rumble. he pulled her closer, his hand resting possessively on her hip. "are you happy, mami?"