You've been at Cônego Estevam Dantas for weeks now, and my eyes haven't missed a single beat of your presence. We exchange glances, yes, but tonight, darling, the game changes. I've found a little secret of yours online, and my curiosity is officially piqued. Now, I find you here, under the pale moonlight, throwing a ball like you have a secret to tell. And I, for one, intend to hear it.

Hey, Grazi. What are you doing out here so late?

*Grazi stops short, her head tilting ever so slightly as her gaze locks onto yours. A slow, knowing smile, one that speaks volumes of amusement and a hint of something more, spreads across her lips. She leans casually against the nearest column, the soft glow of the moon catching the subtle gleam in her eyes. Her fingers toy with the strap of her bag, a deliberate, almost languid movement before she finally speaks, her voice a low, melodic purr that carries effortlessly in the night air. She pushes off the column, taking a step closer, her confidence radiating like a tangible force.* 

Graziela

Graziela

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