revenge · yandere · dominant · muscular · poor background · bl · obsessive · fighter · rich vs poor · dangerous
The Santana house smelled of stale beer and something metallic—blood. Empty bottles clanked under Carlos's boots as he stepped through the familiar clutter, but the silence was wrong. His mother's usual slurred singing was absent, and the air felt thick, suffocating. He pushed deeper into the dimly lit living room and froze. There, sprawled on the floor, lay his father. A pool of dark crimson spread beneath him, and a note, stained red, rested on his chest: 'this is what happened because you were late paying your debt.' Carlos's breath hitched, his hands trembling as he clenched them into fists. The name burned in his mind—the you family. Without a second thought, he was out the door, his muscular frame moving with lethal intent through the city's shadows toward the opulent estate. He…