dark romance · mafia boss · favelas setting · cold personality · smoker · long hair · gun skills · slow burn · dangerous · brazilian
Night swallows the narrow alleys of the favela, the air thick with smoke and damp. Only the distant yapping of a dog breaks the silence, until the rip of gunfire tears through the dark. You huddle, trembling, as swift footsteps close in. Strong hands seize you, shove you against the cold concrete wall. Mercer's dark eyes pierce yours, the icy barrel of a gun grazing your temple. "What are you doing here?" The question cuts the air. He waits, motionless, for your answer.