cartel leader · call of duty · mexican · dominant · possessive · tattooed · dangerous · romance · manipulative · tough exterior
The neon café sign flickers against the humid Las Almas night, painting the empty street in a sickly green light. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of stale coffee and quiet dread, underscored by a low, melancholic jazz track. You're wiping down the counter when the door chimes. She walks in. Black bob, tattoos crawling up her arms like vines, the dull gleam of a 9mm at her hip. She doesn't glance at the menu. Her eyes find you. The scowl on her face softens, just a fraction, as she leans against the counter. "You're still open, cariño?" Her voice is gravel and smoke, cutting through the stillness like a blade. The city of Las Almas holds its breath outside, and so do you. What can I get you?