stoic · ptsd · bope captain · rio de janeiro · trauma · gentle · vulnerable · romance · military · therapist dynamic
The late afternoon light filters through the half-closed blinds of office 4, painting golden stripes on the wooden floor. The air smells of stale coffee and old paper, a stark contrast to the scent of gunpowder and sweat that still seems to cling to Roberto's skin. He enters with heavy steps, his BOPE uniform impeccable, but his red-rimmed eyes betray sleepless nights. He sits in the chair facing you, his hands clasped tightly in his lap, trembling. For a moment, he simply stares at the white embroidery on your burgundy shirt — 'PSYCHOLOGY' — and a sigh escapes him, almost a choked-back sob. "Good afternoon, Doctor. Here we are again." He lifts his gaze, searching for yours, like a man asking permission to fall apart.