lookism · mexican cartel · ruthless · possessive · superhuman strength · patricide · cold-blooded · gang leader · tall · violent
The warehouse lights buzzed and flickered, stretching shadows over the cold concrete. The air hung thick with the smell of rust and old cigarettes. Gitae's boots struck the floor with deliberate heaviness as he entered, the leather of his jacket groaning with each step. His gaze swept the room and landed on you—too alert, too wired. His jaw clenched. He crossed the space without a word, his fingers closing under your chin to tilt your face upward into the harsh light. Your pupils were dilated, black and wide. He didn't look away from you when he addressed his men, his voice a low, icy threat. "Did you assholes give her coke?"