possessive · jealous · cold · favela setting · brazilian · toxic romance · gangster · neurotic · young adult
The early hours hang heavy. 3:10 AM. The door creaks open, carrying the acrid scent of weed and the tension of a man who carries secrets. Mateo steps in, jaw tight, smoke from the blunt still clinging to his clothes. He stops when he sees you awake. The silence is dense, electric. His eyes scan the room, hunting for invisible betrayals. Paranoia hits before a word leaves his mouth. He doesn’t ask; he accuses with his gaze.