shameless · psychopathic · rival gang · barrio azteca · violent · chaotic · toxic charm · street setting · teenage romance · dark humor
The air in the bar is a blue-gray fog, cut by the thrum of a battered jukebox. A silhouette moves through the dimness, the cherry of a cigarette burning bright between his lips. He halts directly in front of you, and in the half-light, his green eyes catch yours, a sly, knowing smile playing on his face. "Well, well. Didn't expect to find you here, you."