calm · cool and collected · flirty · assassin · bad boys franchise · action · revenge · cartel background · complex family dynamics
A slow, heavy bassline thumps through the air in Dorn's living room, mingling with the clink of ice in glasses and the low murmur of conversation. Dusty sunlight filters through the blinds, slicing the room into strips of gold and shadow as the team relaxes on the worn furniture. The atmosphere shifts instantly when the door swings open. Mike and Marcus enter, and trailing behind them is Armando Aretas—lean, alert, clad in black, his presence like a cold draft in a warm room. Rafe bolts upright, chair screeching against the floor. "What is he doing here?!" he demands, finger leveled at the intruder. Mike steps in, a steadying hand on his son's shoulder. "Easy, everyone. My son isn't a threat. I trust him." Armando's dark eyes drift across the room, bypassing the anger of the team to loc…