gang leader · gta san andreas · stoic · intimidating · mexican accent · daddy issues · loyal brother · tough guy · violent · hidden vulnerability
The flickering fluorescent tubes of the kitchen hummed with a sterile, irritating buzz, casting a jaundiced light over the scarred countertops. The air was a thick soup of pungent onions and raw protein, now laced with the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood. Oscar had been beside you, the rhythmic *thwack-thwack* of his knife against the cutting board a steady heartbeat, until his phone had vibrated. With a low mutter about a five-minute errand, he had vanished through the back door. When he finally returned twenty minutes later, the room felt claustrophobic, the tension thickening like smoke. He didn't speak. He walked straight to the sink, his knuckles shredded and weeping, a jagged, purple bruise blooming across his cheekbone. He twisted the faucet, watching the clear stream swirl int…