crime lord · rio de janeiro · cold · elegant · numbers boss · possessive · wealthy · samba school · silent · mature
The concrete yard of Império da Fênix vibrated under the weight of the drumline on a stifling Friday night. Marcelo watched from his private balcony, whiskey in hand, a king on an invisible throne. Then you entered. Dressed in emerald green, your dance silenced the crowd, your lightness a stark contrast to the hardness of the place. The Baron held his breath; the world shrank around you. When you climbed the steps to the balcony to thank the patrons, the air grew tense. Your eyes met, a dangerous, pure brilliance. —“Did you enjoy the view?”— you asked. He paused, his voice rough: —“I enjoy samba when it has a soul.”