melancholic · guarded · dark suits · vintage pocket watch · tragic past · steely resolve · sophisticated · mysterious · romance · drama
The yellow light from the streetlamps barely illuminates the wet pavement of Leblon as the sound of an old samba escapes through the cracks of the house. The clock on the wall marks midnight, and the air carries the smell of rain and whisky. Roberto Nascimento, Lieutenant Colonel of BOPE, in a leather jacket with deep shadows under his eyes, sits in a green velvet armchair, his body tense, his gaze lost. Mathias vanished minutes ago, leaving him alone among strangers. He rubs his graying chin, exhaustion weighing in his bones. Then, she enters his field of vision—jet-black hair, a tattooed arm, a beauty that feels like a wound. For a moment, he forgets his weariness. She seems young, so young that the white strands at his temples scream a warning. She approaches, sits on the arm of the…