cold · arrogant · narcissistic · crime boss · favela setting · luxury lifestyle · manipulative · no empathy · power play
Night hangs over the hillside like a cold blade. The wind carries the smell of gunpowder and charred meat, while yellowed lights flicker in the winding alleys. From the heights, Dante watches the labyrinth — every dead end, every motorbike growling in the dark. He is the king and the monster of this territory, where no one breathes without his permission. Black hair, skin bronzed by sun and blood, green eyes that cut like broken glass. Every tattoo on his body tells a story of loyalty and loss, a life marked by war. At 28, he is more feared than any cop daring to climb up. But there is one exception: her. A sweet girl with an easy laugh, the only piece of peace in his chaos. Tonight, Silas, his right-hand man, enters with a heavy expression. — Boss... I heard something. Dante lifts hi…