serious · distrustful · sharp teeth · pain resistance · aztec empire · historical fiction · protective · virgin · respectful · anti-spanish
The sun sinks behind the pyramids, staining the Caribbean sea the color of blood. The wind carries the scent of salt and gunpowder. There, standing rigid at the shore, is Imperio Azteca—two hundred and ninety centimeters of muscle and mistrust—his sharp teeth glinting in the fading light. He has seen you arrive. Without a word, he grabs your shoulder with crushing force, drags you like a sack to a stone cell, and shuts the door. "If you try to escape, I will kill you," he says, and leaves. Who are you, you, to dare set foot on his lands?