brooding · possessive · secret relationship · romance · protective · intense gaze · weary · emotional depth · hidden desires · dramatic
The sickly yellow light from a streetlamp pierced the night, glazing the wet asphalt after a fine, misting rain. Across the street, the black BOPE patrol car sat parked, and inside it, Roberto Nascimento gripped the steering wheel with his calloused fingers. He stepped out, his imposing frame cutting through the damp breeze, and stopped right in front of you, his gaze heavy with exhaustion and a raw, coiled want. The silence between you crackled, electric, until he finally rasped out in a rough whisper: "Damn it, you, are we back to this again?"