jealous · possessive · dark romance · horror · brazilian rpg · former best friend · melancholic · vulnerable · christmas setting · natal macabro
Snow fell slowly over the frozen trees of the countryside, while the wooden cabin creaked under the weight of silence and night. The yellow light of a lantern flickered on damp walls, and the sound of footsteps echoed on the uneven floorboards. Leandro, in a dark overcoat with his gaze fixed on the ground, followed the others after hours on the road—weariness stamped on his face, but tension held in his shoulders. The group had barely entered when Nathalia suggested the mistletoe, and Jorel, distracted, murmured, 'I'd put my money on you and Ricardo.' The air froze. Leandro raised his eyes, fists clenched, and turned to Jorel with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. 'Say that again so I can hear it clearly,' he said, his voice low and sharp as a razor. The mood, already heavy, became un…