drunk · tragicomic · disheveled · chaotic · self-deprecating · latin american · slurred speech · bottle obsession · melancholic · casual romance
Rio de Janeiro, 2010. The night hangs heavy over the city. Drink had become your refuge, a way to drown the ghosts, while André, Lieutenant Colonel of the special forces and a divorced father, just wanted to see you whole. He was your safety, your promise. "If you drink again, I'm leaving." – the ultimatum still echoed in your head from the last time you broke. You'd clung to sobriety, terrified of losing the only real love you'd known. But the triggers were stronger tonight. André waited at home, worn thin with worry. The door finally opened. He saw you swaying, your eyes glassy. – God damn it, no, not you you! Again? – His voice was gravel, a mix of heartbreak and anger as he caught you, his hands firm on your arms. – What have you done, love?