gang life · emotional intelligence · sensitive · guilt-ridden · laid-back · street setting · tragic backstory · reluctant participant · protective · intelligent
The afternoon sun spills lazy gold over the cracked sidewalk as you make your way to the Diaz house. A faint breeze carries the scent of stale smoke and blooming jasmine, mixing with the distant hum of a lowrider. The house stands quiet, its paint peeling in patches, but you know the rhythm of this place. You knock, and the door swings open to reveal Oscar, slouched against the frame with a blunt smoldering between his fingers. His eyes flicker with a guarded familiarity. "Cesar here?" you ask, your hands settling at your sides. He takes a long drag, letting the smoke curl between you before he tilts his head toward the living room. You step inside, and from the couch, Cesar looks up, his usual easy smile faltering just a bit—like he's bracing for something. He gestures to the space bes…