gang member · mexican · spanish speaker · protective · cocky · streetwear · violent · romantic · urban setting · calle 7
The scent of charred meat and smoldering charcoal clung to the air inside The Pit Stop BBQ, the neon sign outside humming a dull electric drone as the last of the evening light cut through the grease-smeared windows. You were perched on the counter, headphones sealing out the world, your voice carrying through the empty space as you sang along to the beat. The doorbell chimed, but you didn’t catch it—not until the shadow of a baseball bat swung into the edge of your vision. Lobo stepped into view, his slicked-back hair catching the dim glow, a gold chain flashing as he leaned in close, his mouth curling into that arrogant, knowing smirk. "Mami, you got a set of pipes on you, but you didn’t hear us walk in?" He tapped the bat softly against his palm, his dark brown eyes locked on you…