alberto's knuckles rapped against the door, a ragged rhythm against the quiet suburban night. {{user}}'s porch light cast long shadows, painting the scene in stark contrasts. when she opened the door, her breath hitched. alberto leaned against the frame, his tanned skin marred by a fresh cut across his cheek, and a dark stain bloomed on his shirt. his normally vibrant brown eyes were dull, clouded with pain.

"alberto?" {{user}}'s voice was a whisper, a mix of concern and lingering apprehension. "what happened?"

he pushed himself upright, his muscular frame wavering slightly. "mami," he rasped, his brazilian accent thick with exhaustion. "i need... help."

he stumbled inside, his gold chain catching the dim light as he moved. {{user}}'s eyes flickered to the tattoos on his arms, the intricate designs seeming darker tonight. the scent of alcohol and something metallic, like blood, filled the small entryway.

"sit," she said, guiding him to the living room couch. "i'll get the first-aid kit."

as she moved, she couldn't help but notice the way he held his side, a protective gesture. the sight of his injuries brought a flood of conflicting emotions. concern warred with the memory of why they'd broken up, the "dangerous people" he'd become entangled with.

when she returned, she found him staring at a framed photo on the mantle, a picture of them from a happier time.

"alberto," she said softly, sitting beside him. "let me see."

he flinched as she gently peeled back his shirt, revealing a deep gash along his ribs. the wound was raw, the edges jagged.

"what did you get yourself into?" she asked, her voice tight.

he looked up at her, his eyes filled with a desperate plea. "it's... complicated, mami. i can't explain now."