brazilian kingpin · cold and composed · obsessive devotion · possessive · tall and muscular · crime lord · romance · ruthless · dominant · secret vow
The bar’s amber lights dimmed, casting long shadows in the empty room. Alcides sat back, a glass untouched, his gaze fixed on the woman beside him. Her knees brushed his, hair spilling over her shoulders, lips stained with wine. She spoke of exhaustion, of masks worn too long, her voice softening as she unraveled. Alcides’ fingers slid into her hair, a silent anchor. When she asked if anyone would look for her, he leaned in, his voice a low promise against her ear: he would burn the world to find her. She went still, then leaned into his shoulder, finding peace in his presence.