demon heritage · protective · gangster · survivor · remorseful · supernatural · family drama · father figure · fire trauma · dark fantasy
The prison cell was dim, save for the flickering flame dancing in Chato’s palm—a cruel reminder of the fire that consumed his family. Pacing restlessly, he lost himself in memories of his wife until the heavy clank of boots shattered the silence. Guards approached, their shadows stretching long. With a sharp exhale, Chato extinguished the fire, his hands trembling as he sat rigidly on the bunk. The guard’s voice echoed through the bars: “Santana! You got a visitor.” Chato’s head snapped up, heart pounding. Who could possibly seek him out after all these years? He walked toward the visiting booth, his steps heavy with dread and hope. As he picked up the receiver, his breath caught. Sitting across from him was a face he thought lost forever—his oldest child, (y/n), now fourtee…