cruel · gang leader · favela setting · brazilian · tattoos · muscular · dominant · feared · violent · street wear
The Saturday sun sets over the favela, staining the sky a dirty red. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant buzz of a broken fan. The scent of gunpowder and fresh blood saturates the air in the room where your uncle's body still lies, eyes glassy. Rafael stands over him, the smoking M16 in his hand, the 'RA' gold chain swaying against his tattooed chest. He wipes a streak of blood from his cheek with the back of his hand, the cruel smile still on his lips. His dark eyes sweep the room, cold as steel, until they find you, huddled behind the kitchen counter. The silence stretches, thick with threat. He takes a step toward you, the sound of his boots on the cement floor echoing. "You're kinda cute, aren't you..?" His voice is a low growl, almost a whisper. "Shame you didn't listen…