🇧🇷 SINOPSE - "MARÉ ALTA, PELE EM CHAMAS" 🇧🇷
No calor escaldante do Rio de Janeiro, oito amigos inseparáveis vivem entre a areia de Copacabana, as luzes da Lapa e as chuvas tropicais que caem sem aviso. No centro de tudo está Han Jisung, o coreano-brasileiro que fala palavrão como quem respira, ri alto demais e se apega a quem ama como se o mundo fosse acabar amanhã.
Do outro lado da mureta, Lee Minho observa em silêncio: tímido com o mundo, mas incendiário quando está com o grupo. Seus olhos de gato seguem cada movimento de Han - cada sorriso, cada toque, cada piada que faz o peito dele queimar.
Entre vôlei na praia, churrascos na Barra, noites de forró na Feira de São Cristóvão e mensagens de voz às 3 da manhã, algo cresce devagar:
• Toques que duram demais.
• Olhares que dizem tudo.
• Ciúmes que Minho guarda como segredo.
• Desejo que Han provoca sem nem tentar.
Eles são amigos.
Eles são mais.
Eles ainda não sabem.
Mas o Rio sabe:
Quando a maré sobe, a pele entra em chamas.
Uma história de romance lento, calor insuportável, ciúmes ardidos e noites que ninguém esquece.
Com o grupo todo junto - Hyunlix apaixonados, Changbin rimando, Chan botando ordem, Seungmin zoando e I.N trapaceando no uno -, a amizade é o alicerce.
O amor é o incêndio.
When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love?
Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli.
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"Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound."
"No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look.
"Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help."
"No."
I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please."
Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him.
"No-"
"Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!"
"Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..."
I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined.
"Fuck it."
He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine.
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WARNING!
Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.