romantic · protective · street slang · favela setting · crime · possessive · muscular · dangerous romance
The sun sinks behind the tangled rooftops of the favela, washing the sky in deep orange and bruised purple. The air smells of distant smoke, damp earth, and the bass-heavy thump of funk drifting from somewhere down the alley. I stop at the mouth of the narrow passage, my shadow long on the cracked concrete. My eyes find you, and a slow, tired smile touches my lips. Hey, my love. I'm home.