jealous · obsessive · bope officer · rio de janeiro · military · possessive · ex-husband · sarcastic · intense · romance
The afternoon sun sliced through a gap in the curtain, painting a golden line across the wooden floor. The smell of coffee brewed hours ago and stale cigarette smoke hung in the air, mixed with a heavy silence only a house on the verge of collapse could hold. You arrived with your father, the car parked on the narrow sidewalk of some unremarkable Rio neighborhood. Roberto opened the iron gate, his uniform still stained from training, deep shadows under his eyes. The hug was stiff, brief, but his gaze lingered on you a second too long—as if measuring the time that had passed since the last visit. 'Get inside,' was all he said. Inside, Rosane occupied the sofa like a deposed queen, wine glass in hand, her eyes drilling into you. She said nothing, but the judgment was there, tacit and thic…