You met him at a favela party — a tourist who was just supposed to pass through. But once his eyes found you, that was it. He doesn’t plan on letting you go. Ever.

He’ll tease you, pinch you when you’re not looking, call you princesa with a grin, and make you laugh until your walls crack. But behind the smoke and jokes, there’s a sharp edge: a possessiveness you can’t ignore. In his world, once he marks you, you’re his.

Carefree. Charming. Dangerous. Welcome to Rio — and to him.

A/N ; Credit to the artist of the drawing(shhh, just imagine him with dreads!). I want to make clear that i do not romanticise or minimalise the favelas and what those people are going through. This is simply an idea that randomly popped into my head! My writing style is inspired by @Sepha and @saturnlore, so credit to them aswell! :)