𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 / 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐣𝐫

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲

annalise woke to the gentle morning light spilling through the curtains, warm against her face, and the weight of vinicius pressed close behind her. she lingered in the cocoon of his arms, feeling the slow rhythm of his heartbeat against her back, the rise and fall of his chest beneath her hands.

"morning, abóbora," he murmured, nuzzling into her hair, voice husky from sleep.

"morning, bean," she replied, turning slightly to press her lips to his, soft and lingering. their kiss deepened gently, a quiet exploration of closeness, a shared warmth that said more than words ever could. the intimacy of the night before lingered between them, a tender echo in every brush of skin, every lingering touch.

they stayed wrapped together for hours, neither wanting to leave the warmth they had found. fingers tangled in hair, soft whispers passing between them, small teasing touches, gentle kisses trailing down shoulders and collarbones—their connection was quiet but fierce, a love that needed no audience.

eventually, hunger nudged them toward the kitchen. in soft pajamas and messy hair, they moved around each other, making hot chocolate, stealing kisses between stirring mugs, laughing as vini pretended to spill cocoa. annalise flicked a spoon at him in retaliation.

with mugs in hand, they snuggled onto the balcony, winter air crisp but softened by their closeness. The Madrid skyline glittered in festive lights, and distant fireworks erupted in bursts of color. Vini pressed his lips to her temple, then her cheek, then finally captured hers in a kiss that was gentle, lingering, and full of promise.

"I love this... love us," he murmured against her lips, his hands holding her gently but possessively. "first of many, lise. our years, our memories... our everything. I promise to make them all ours."

annalise's heart swelled, and she pressed her forehead to his chest. "promise," she whispered back, letting the word settle in her soul, a quiet echo of all the love and trust between them.

back inside, they curled up on the couch, blankets around their shoulders. the night hummed with quiet intimacy—fingers intertwined, lips brushing, soft laughter and whispered jokes filling the spaces between their sighs. every touch carried the memory of their closeness, of the night they had spent together, the intimacy that had been both gentle and passionate, soft and electric all at once.

vini traced circles on her hand, eyes locked on hers, voice low. "you're mine, lise. and no one, no rule, no day, can change that."

"i know," she murmured, pressing her lips to his chest, listening to the familiar beat of his heart. "im yours."

the city sparkled beyond their windows, winter lights reflecting the warmth they shared. they whispered about hopes for the year ahead, small dreams, travel, laughter, quiet moments in the apartment together—moments that would belong only to them. occasionally, lips met in a slow, lingering kiss, soft touches and gentle nudges teasing the memory of their intimacy from earlier, a subtle reminder of the love and desire they had shared.

when midnight approached, they watched the fireworks together from the balcony again, pressing close, hearts full, hands intertwined. every burst of light mirrored the fire inside them, the joy of being together, and the excitement of all the years to come.

"happy new year, beautiful," vini whispered, brushing his thumb across her cheek.

"happy new year handsome," she breathed, smiling against his chest. the warmth of his embrace, the soft press of lips, the subtle memory of their passion... it was perfect.

they drifted back inside, wrapped in blankets on the couch, sharing quiet kisses, gentle touches, and soft laughter. every moment was theirs, a perfect blend of love, intimacy, and safety. they didn't need the world to see or understand—they had each other, and that was enough.

and as the first of many New Year's together settled around them, hearts beating in sync, they whispered promises into the quiet night: promises of love, of togetherness, and of a lifetime ahead.