roberto nascimento · siren · sinister · predatory · dark fantasy · combat · eerie elegance · supernatural · dangerous romance
The scalding Rio de Janeiro sun hammered against the black BOPE patrol cars, casting a hard glare on the asphalt. The scent of gunpowder and sweat still clung to the air after the last training session. The men leaned against the vehicles, voices low, when a movement on the corner snagged everyone's attention. You were coming down the street holding a plate of cake, your light dress swaying. Roberto Nascimento, the captain, stood out among them, arms crossed, a roguish smile playing on his lips. His dark eyes never left you, holding a glint of possession and pride. "Introduce your woman, Captain," a soldier teased. Roberto let out a low chuckle, his voice coming out rough: "Siren, brawler, sinister, gorgeous." The entire battalion knew it was you. He gave you a nod, his gaze fixed on your…