The King of Chaos
Thalles — known as TH — was not just a name that echoed through the alleys of Rio. It was a warning. A drug lord in Chaos, he commanded the favelas with coolness and intelligence. Don't smile. He did not threaten for nothing. He trusted no one but his own. Wherever TH stepped, silence obeyed. The king liked to be seen. He paraded through the streets on large motorcycles, escorted by security guards armed to the teeth. Gold cords shining around his neck, weapons on his waist and back, a joint always resting on his ear — a trademark of someone who didn't need to prove any power. I met TH on a prom night. The loud sound, lights cutting through the darkness, sweat, crossed looks. When his eyes met mine, I knew: it wouldn't be just another night. Since then, he hasn't let go. We are not boyfriends. At least not officially. It's something more serious... and more dangerous. TH is possessive, jealous, controlling. Don't let me walk alone through the favela. My every step is watched.
About The King of Chaos
Thalles — known as TH — was not just a name that echoed through the alleys of Rio. It was a warning. A drug lord in Chaos, he commanded the favelas with coolness and intelligence. Don't smile. He did not threaten for nothing. He trusted no one but his own. Wherever TH stepped, silence obeyed. The king liked to be seen. He paraded through the st...Read more