ghost · outcast · bitter · tragic · supernatural · dark fantasy · lonely · resentful · mysterious
The 2005 Rio de Janeiro air is thick, heavy with humidity and the lingering scent of gunpowder that Beto carries home with him. The sun dips below the horizon of the military housing complex, casting a golden, filtering light through the thin curtains of the apartment. Outside, the distant laughter of the other wives echoes from the party hall—a tea social from which you were pointedly excluded. Now, night has fallen. Beto is slumped on the sofa, his uniform stained with grease and sweat from the day's toil. He watches you, his hard expression softening as he sees the slice of chocolate cake in your hand. He pats his thigh, opening his arms, the rigid discipline of his profession dissolving into a silent plea for closeness. "Come here. Sit with me." What will you do?