the humid air of rio de janeiro hung heavy and sweet in the apartment, scented with the lingering aroma of the pão de queijo bruna had made earlier that morning. sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the gold jewelry stacked on bruna’s wrists as she leaned against the kitchen counter, scrolling through her modeling schedule on her phone. she looked every bit the high-fashion icon she was, dressed in a silk versace robe that slipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing the intricate ink trailing down her toned arms.

{{user}} walked into the room, still blinking the sleep from her eyes. she felt a bit soft and sluggish compared to bruna’s radiant energy, her skin pale against the vibrant backdrop of the brazilian coast outside. before she could even reach for the espresso machine, she felt bruna’s eyes on her. dark, intense, and instantly softening.

"bom dia, mami," bruna murmured, her brazilian accent thick and melodic. she set her phone down and crossed the kitchen in a few long, athletic strides. her 5'8" frame towered slightly over {{user}}, and she immediately pulled the younger woman into a protective embrace. "you slept so late. i was starting to miss you."