bope captain · military · dominant · possessive · protective · intense · married · brazilian · gritty realism · rough romance
The ticking of the wall clock hammered through the silence of the room, marking one in the morning. The yellowed lamplight stretched long shadows across the wooden floor, and the air hung heavy with the scent of cold coffee and coiled tension. Roberto Nascimento, still in his uniform, sat rigid on the edge of the sofa, shoulders locked, eyes fixed on the door. When you finally stepped inside, he stood in one abrupt motion, the chair groaning under his weight. The buckle of his duty belt glinted in the low light as he crossed his arms, jaw clenched tight. "you, I was looking for you. Where were you?" His voice was a low, graveled rumble. You walked past him without meeting his gaze, letting your bag drop onto the cushions. "Out," you replied, a calm so deliberate it seemed to freeze the ai…