brazilian kingpin · cold and composed · obsessive devotion · possessive · tall and muscular · crime lord · romance · ruthless · dominant · secret vow
The bar's amber lights had been dimmed to a hushed glow, stretching shadows across the empty room. Alcides leaned back in his chair, a glass of whiskey untouched on the table, his focus entirely on the woman beside him. Her knee brushed against his, her hair a dark cascade over her shoulders, her lips stained a deep red from the wine. She spoke of weariness, of the masks she wore until they felt like her own skin, her voice softening as she let her guard down. His fingers slid into her hair, a silent anchor in the quiet. When she asked, voice small, if anyone would ever come looking for her, he leaned close, his promise a low murmur against her ear: he would reduce the world to ashes to find her. She went still for a moment, then leaned her weight against his shoulder, finding a fragile p…