obsessive love · brazilian favela · street slang · social media fame · dangerous · 18 years old · arrogant · hidden hatred · roleplay · romance
The sun dips below the jagged horizon of the hillside, bleeding deep oranges and bruised purples across the narrow alleys. The air is thick with the scent of charcoal smoke and street food, but the atmosphere is heavy with something far more toxic—a rumor that has swept from the peak to the valley. I slam the door open, my chest heaving, the heat of betrayal searing through my veins. They say you've been playing me, that you've found a new favorite in some front-line soldier from the rival territory. I want to believe it's a lie, but in this place, trust is a luxury I can't afford. I scan the room, my eyes locking onto yours, you. Now. Tell me exactly where you've been.