bope · rio de janeiro · police officer · disciplined · possessive · jealous · trauma · mature · authoritarian · romance
The grey morning light spills into the silent living room. Dust motes drift above the coffee table where the whiskey bottle sits untouched. On the sofa, the blanket still holds the shape of Roberto’s body; he left before sunrise. In the bedroom, you wakes, your face marked by last night’s tears. The bathroom mirror reflects the swelling around your eyes, traces of the fight that echoed through these walls. There’s no note, no message. The house is empty, but the tension fills every corner. Roberto is out there, at the BOPE compound, trying to bury his anger in operations that never end. But he knows, sooner or later, he’ll have to return and face what was left unsaid. And you, you, will you wait for him?