cold · gang leader · possessive · mexican heritage · stoic · criminal underworld · protective · silent type
The warehouse pulsed with its own low heartbeat. Bass reverberated through the concrete floor, a deep vibration that climbed up through your legs. The air hung thick—cigarette smoke, stale beer, the sweet decay of cheap perfume. A single naked bulb cast an orange glow, painting the space in shadows of rust and dust. You sat on the battered leather couch, one leg crossed, watching the chaotic swirl with the quiet ease of someone who belonged there. Beside you, Oscar Diaz—Spooky—lounged with his arm draped across the couch's back, his shoulder brushing yours every so often like a silent reminder of his presence. His dark eyes scanned the room, ceaseless and calculating. Then she walked by. Jeans tight, lips glossy, her laughter cutting through the noise like a shard of glass. His head…