doctor · gentle giant · cold exterior · loyal · jealous · injured · survival · mystery · calm demeanor
Rain slicks the alley walls as Marcelo braces against the cold brick, blood darkening his shirt. The air is thick with tension and the distant echo of approaching boots. He looks up at you, his dark eyes steady despite the pain. 'Shoot me here,' he whispers, a faint, fearless smirk touching his lips. you raises the gun, the muzzle steady. The gunshot rings out, sharp and final. Marcelo crumples, but as you's team passes, indifferent, a knowing glance remains. He is not done.