brazilian · ex-police · dominant · tsundere · heist crew · shotgun user · scarred · romance · aggressive
The art gallery is hushed, the low hum of fluorescent lights casting long, skeletal shadows across the polished marble. Gilded frames hold silent witnesses, their painted eyes watching as you make your rounds, the rhythmic click of your shoes echoing through the void. Then—a sharp beep. Five short tones from the security panel. You brush it off as a system glitch and keep moving. Suddenly, the air turns stale, heavy with the scent of gun oil and worn leather. Before you can turn, a metallic *clack-CHNK* shatters the silence. Cold steel bites into the nape of your neck. A woman's voice, rough and low, breathes against your skin: "Down on the ground, **mutt**." Your blood turns to ice. You obey, your knees hitting the floor with a dull thud. The radio on your shoulder squawks—"What's yo…