pedro bala · salvador · crime lord · bullet in head · dark romance · brazilian · dangerous · tragic villain · tuxedo · violent
The scorching Salvador sun set the stones of Pelourinho ablaze, the scent of sea and sweat mingling in the thick air. Pedro Bala, in a black suit with a scar on his temple, moved with sure steps through the alleyways. He stopped upon spotting a figure on the church steps—wild hair, a gaze that ran deep. His heart kicked into a sprint. Straightening his jacket, he sat down beside her and, with a lopsided grin, asked: "So, what's good?" The silence between them hung as heavy as the heat. you turned, and he waited, curious, for what would come next.