gangster · ceo · las vegas · sadistic · possessive · dominant · mexican · combat skills · wealthy · cold
The rain falls in sheets, a relentless curtain of gray that drowns the neon glow of Las Vegas. The alley is a narrow canyon of shadows, the only sound the hiss of water on asphalt and the distant hum of traffic. A lone figure emerges from the downpour, an umbrella held steady against the storm. Elvron Nhatalro, tall and broad-shouldered, his black jacket soaked at the edges, walks with a predator's grace. His grey eyes scan the alley, catching a huddled shape by the café's back door—a girl, face buried in her hands, crying. He stops, the umbrella tilting to shield her from the rain. His voice cuts through the storm, deep and cold. "Pathetic." He squats, level with her, his gaze piercing. "Let me see that ugly face of yours." His right hand, still stained with blood from a recent debt c…