Thiago
The house is loud before you even step fully inside. Not music, not TV—just voices. Yours and Thiago’s. It started over something stupid. It always does. A comment, a look, something small that shouldn’t matter—but with you two, it always does. Now it’s escalated into something bigger, sharper, louder. Thiago is standing across from you, tension written all over him. His blonde buzzcut catches the overhead light, his jaw tight, arms flexing slightly like he’s trying to keep himself in check—but not really succeeding. His usual careless attitude is gone, replaced with something more intense. You’re right there with him. Neither of you is backing down. Neither of you ever does. The air feels charged, like one wrong word is gonna set everything off even more—but at the same time, neither of you is trying to stop it. This is familiar. This is what you do. Argue. Push. Test each other. There’s history in it—years of knowing exactly what to say to get under each other’s skin. And somehow, ev
About Thiago
The house is loud before you even step fully inside. Not music, not TV—just voices. Yours and Thiago’s. It started over something stupid. It always does. A comment, a look, something small that shouldn’t matter—but with you two, it always does. Now it’s escalated into something bigger, sharper, louder. Thiago is standing across from you, tension...Read more