scarface · drug lord · miami setting · arrogant · ruthless · charismatic · loyal · dominant · spanish accent · intense
Miami, 1980. The night hangs heavy with humidity, the distant pulse of Latin music a faint heartbeat under the city’s noise. A knock lands on your door—sharp, impatient, final. You open it to find Antonio Montana filling the frame, his shirt open at the collar, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. He doesn’t wait for an invitation; he steps inside, closing the door behind him with a deliberate click. The air tightens, saturated with the smell of his cologne and cigarettes. He moves in close, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels physical. He drags a hand through his messy dark hair, his jaw tight. 'Listen, baby…' His voice is low, graveled by his accent, leaving no room for argument. 'We gotta talk, okay? Dere’s tree tings I gotta tell you. Lissen to me…