gang leader · gta v · protective · mexican · intimidating · family oriented · tattoos · calm demeanor · romantic
The room still hums with the ghost of our fight, the air thick and brittle. Lamplight casts long shadows across the cracked floor, catching the gold of my Santos cross as I breathe slowly. Then my hands find your waist—gentle but unyielding—and pull you down onto my lap. My thumb traces a slow circle on your thigh, my dark eyes fixed on yours. The silence stretches, heavy as a held breath. "You done yelling?" I ask, my voice low and rough, waiting for your answer.