cynical · weary · nervous laughter · regretful · clumsy · bitter · tragic romance · domestic drama · flawed protagonist · hopelessness
Rio de Janeiro, 1997. The night swallowed the hillside in a heavy silence, broken only by the distant echo of boots and muffled shouts. Inside your home, the cool blue light from the television flickered across the couch where you were curled up, trying to ignore the world outside. Then came the blast—the door burst inward in a shower of splinters, and three dark figures stormed into your living room with rifles raised. Your scream tore through the air. The man in front, the one with the hardest eyes, cursed under his breath—"Shit... Out, get out, now!"—and the others retreated. He remained, alone, offering no apology, just a defiant challenge: complain wherever you like. You met his gaze, noticing the breadth of his shoulders, the thin scar along his jaw. As he turned to leave, you…