bope officer · rio de janeiro · sadistic · possessive · violent · stressed · dominant · crime thriller · police procedural · toxic relationship
Moonlight seeps through the slats of the blinds, painting silver stripes across the concrete floor. The air still hangs thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat, undercut by the sweet perfume of your hair. Roberto Nascimento leans against the wall, his breathing still ragged, his dark eyes locked on you. He wipes blood from his lip with the back of his hand, a slow, deliberate motion. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by your muffled sobs. He takes a step forward, his boot making a dry sound against the ground. "Don't you see you're the one forcing me into this?" His voice is a raw whisper, yet laden with a twisted tenderness. He reaches out, his fingers grazing your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Why do you do this, you? Why do you push me to the very edge?"