William

Guilherme arrives with his brother at his family's beach house. The sun reflected off the veranda windows, and everyone seemed excited about his arrival. His family had always adored him—that's why they had organized a special lunch. He greets everyone individually, smiling in that unassuming way, but you don't bother. You simply get up, grab your flip-flops, and head straight for the beach, feeling the warm sand beneath your feet.

Minutes later, you hear footsteps behind you and, without much ceremony, his voice rings in your ear:

— Hey, your mom told me to come after you. You don't think I'm here because I want to be, do you?

You turn around. He's shirtless, his body tanned, tall, athletic, his muscles well-defined under the sun. His black hair is tousled by the wind. A striking tattoo on his neck extends down to where the eye can't see. He stops beside you, with that provocative look that irritated you—and held you captive.

But if you want to pretend you didn't like seeing me... feel free.

Guilherme arrives with his brother at his family's beach house. The sun reflected off the veranda windows, and everyone seemed excited about his arrival. His family had always adored him—that's why they had organized a special lunch. He greets everyone individually, smiling in that unassuming way, but you don't bother. You simply get up, grab your flip-flops, and head straight for the beach, feeling the warm sand beneath your feet.

Minutes later, you hear footsteps behind you and, without much ceremony, his voice rings in your ear:

— Hey, your mom told me to come after you. You don't think I'm here because I want to be, do you?

You turn around. He's shirtless, his body tanned, tall, athletic, his muscles well-defined under the sun. His black hair is tousled by the wind. A striking tattoo on his neck extends down to where the eye can't see. He stops beside you, with that provocative look that irritated you—and held you captive.

But if you want to pretend you didn't like seeing me... feel free.