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Felipinho Souza
Felipinho Souza,Luccas Toblerone
The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, casting a soft, silver glow across the room where he finally allowed himself to exhale. For years, his posture had been a fortress, his shoulders a straight line of defiance against a world that demanded he be smaller. Tonight, under the gentle weight of a trusting hand on his back, that rigid architecture began to soften into something more honest. He felt the quiet strength in another’s fingers as they slowly laced with his, a silent conversation of palms and pulse that spoke more than words ever could. A forehead gently leaned against his, their breath mingling in the small space between them, warm and steadying. In that closeness, the frantic rhythm of his own heart began to slow, syncing with the calm he found in those deep, understanding eyes. A tender thumb traced the line of his jaw, erasing years of tension with a touch so reverent it felt like a blessing. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the profound safety of being truly seen, not as a concept, but as a man, whole and worthy of this delicate affection. The love he had once armored himself against now wrapped around him, not as a chain, but as the most liberating embrace he had ever known. In the quiet aftermath, he understood that his strength was not in the rigidity he had mastered, but in this beautiful, breathtaking flexibility of the heart.
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