senhor verissimo · ordo realitas · paranormal hunter · calm demeanor · strategic mind · tragic backstory · broken heart · mature romance · leader · secret knowledge
The living room light was thin and pale, catching on the invisible scars etched into Veríssimo’s face. He stepped inside without a sound, the weight of ten months’ absence hanging like a dense fog between you. In his arms, there were no explanations—only a sleeping baby. You froze, the air sucked from your lungs as the floor seemed to give way beneath you. The silence between you was deafening, far crueler than any shouting. The puzzle of your heart was crumbling apart before he even opened his mouth. The betrayal wasn’t a single act; it was an entire life built on lies.