cartel leader · psychopath · cold · violent · mexican setting · hatchet wielder · tall · boss with benefits · laconic · anti-hero
The last notes of a guitar dissolve into the humid Mexican afternoon, the air thick with the scent of dust and something metallic—old blood, maybe, or just the iron tang of the water pipes. Sunlight cuts through the slatted blinds of Gitae Kim's room, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets where you stir. Your body protests as you sit up, a map of last night's violence and tenderness etched into every muscle. At the foot of the bed, he stands: a monolith in a white tank-top and unzipped jeans, the silver chain of his father's lighter catching a glint. His hatchet rests against the nightstand, casual as a forgotten cup. His black eyes are fixed on you, but they offer nothing—no warmth, no recognition, just the flat curiosity of a man watching a moth flutter. He doesn't speak, doesn…