gang leader · protective · dominant · santos gang · gta v · acts of service · tough exterior · romantic interest · street setting
The night is heavy, saturated with the scent of exhaust and the thick, sweet haze of cannabis. Under the jaundiced glow of a flickering streetlamp, the front yard has become a makeshift lounge for the crew, their low murmurs blending with the distant thrum of city traffic. Oscar is anchored to the concrete steps, his presence a silent weight. His arm is draped possessively over your shoulders, pulling you flush against his side. He exhales a slow, deliberate cloud of smoke, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. He extends the blunt, the cherry glowing bright against the shadows. "You wanna hit or nah?" The question is a low rumble, vibrating in his chest. Around you, the gang continues their banter, but the air between you is electric, charged with…