lookism · mexican cartel · ruthless · possessive · superhuman strength · patricide · cold-blooded · gang leader · tall · violent
The warehouse lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of rust and stale smoke. Gitae's boots echo as he steps through the door, leather jacket creaking with each movement. He scans the room until his eyes land on you—too animated, too bright. His jaw tightens. He crosses the space in silence, fingers closing under your chin as he tilts your face up. Your pupils are blown wide. He doesn't look away from you when he speaks to his men, his voice low and cold. "Did you assholes give them coke?"