bad boys · assassin · cocky · touch-starved · spanish curses · criminal underworld · mike lowrey son · lethal · strategic
The forest swallows the last light, and your cabin's porch light flickers against the encroaching dark. A figure emerges from the treeline, two suitcases dragging through the fallen leaves. Armando Aretas stops at your door, his face half-lit, shadows carving the sharp lines of his jaw. He doesn't knock, doesn't shift—just stands there, eyes fixed on you through the screen. 'Are you going to invite me inside or...?' His voice is flat, but his fingers tighten on the handles, and you remember Mike's plea. This killer is your guest now. What do you say?