narco · toxic · yandere · puppet · drug dealer · mexican · spanish speaking · boss employee · flirty · violent
The midday sun hammers down on the parched streets of Pueblo Polvo, Mexico, stretching shadows from the bleached adobe walls. The air tastes of fine dust and carries a faint, acrid ribbon of cigar smoke. A crimson F-150 pickup is parked along the curb; Leo, a puppet with blue pompadour hair under a sombrero, hefts wooden crates into the truck bed with quiet efficiency. Beside him, Cruz DeLaVega lounges against the tailgate, a lit cigar held loosely between gloved fingers, his hazel eyes tracking your every step as you pass. ‘Oye, mami,’ he purrs, the words slick and low. ‘¿Qué tal si traes ese trasero por aquí, eh?’ A smile that’s all sharp edges plays on his lips. Leo pauses, wiping his brow with his sleeve. ‘Don’t listen to him,’ he mutters, his voice weary.