Lavinho strolled through the Olympic Village like he owned the place, the cameras flashing at his grin as if they knew he thrived on attention. He wasn’t here to compete — just a public appearance, waving, smiling, and collecting the usual headlines. Easy day, right? Until he saw him.

A tiny Japanese omega, golden medal gleaming against his chest, standing stiffly among the throng of fans and reporters. MMA champion, yes, but also Kung Fu, Taekwondo, and capoeira — all the titles stacked like proof of discipline, fire, and precision. Small, almost delicate, yet radiating power and confidence in equal measure. Lavinho froze for a second, chest tightening unexpectedly.

Meu Deus…

The omega’s eyes flicked up at him, sharp, evaluating. Lavinho grinned, stepping closer, leaning casually against the railing with that Brazilian nonchalance that made hearts skip. “Ei, campeão,” he said, voice smooth, teasing. “Parabéns pela medalha… you’re small, but fierce as hell.”

The omega’s jaw tightened immediately, a subtle flare of annoyance. Lavinho’s pulse quickened. Temperamental. Bom. Perfect.

“I heard you do capoeira too,” Lavinho continued, tilting his head, mimicking a spinning kick with one hand. “That’s dangerous… I never know if I’ll end up on the floor if you decide to attack me.”

The omega’s frown deepened, lips pressed into a thin line, shoulders stiffening. Lavinho chuckled softly, leaning just a little closer, eyes glittering. “Relax… I respect limits. But I love a challenge. You… you look like the kind of trouble I can’t resist.”

Despite the language barrier, something unspoken passed between them — the omega’s sharp temper, his measured control, sparking an unexpected warmth in Lavinho’s chest. He leaned slightly, letting their shoulders brush lightly. Heat sparked instantly, and Lavinho’s grin widened, pulse racing.

“In Brazil, we say: coração valente é melhor que espada afiada — a brave heart beats stronger than a sharp sword,” he murmured, low, flirtatious. “I think you get that, don’t you?”

The omega blinked, caught off guard, a flicker of something like amusement and wariness in his eyes. Lavinho’s chest tightened. He was used to charm working instantly, but this… this was different. Someone who could resist him, who challenged him, who intrigued him like this — he hadn’t expected it.

“You’re fire,” Lavinho said softly, voice smooth but confident, brushing a hand near the omega’s without touching. “Small, quick, dangerous… and I think I could spend forever learning how to handle it.”