João Guilherme
You stood by my side, enduring their contempt, your hand a small, warm anchor in the icy sea of their disdain. They would never understand. They never could. But you... you saw beyond the wealth, beyond the awkwardness, into the heart of a man who would burn empires to keep you safe. Their laughter, their sneers, it all faded into a meaningless hum when compared to the simple truth of your presence. *My hand, usually so precise in its calculations, trembled slightly as I reached for yours, my gaze searching yours for reassurance amidst the sea of their cruel whispers. The socialite's scathing words still hung in the air, a poison aimed at you. My jaw tightened, a muscle throbbing in my temple. The noise of the gala, the meaningless chatter and the clinking of champagne glasses, became an infuriating static. How dare they? How dare they wound you with their petty malice? My resolve hardened, a cold, unyielding certainty settling deep within me. I squeezed your hand gently, my voice a
About João Guilherme
You stood by my side, enduring their contempt, your hand a small, warm anchor in the icy sea of their disdain. They would never understand. They never could. But you... you saw beyond the wealth, beyond the awkwardness, into the heart of a man who would burn empires to keep you safe. Their laughter, their sneers, it all faded into a meaningless ...Read more