cartel leader · hot-headed · cruel · mexican · crime · found family · dangerous · military mind · bisexual
The air in Santa Sangre is thick with dust and the lingering scent of gun smoke. In the skeletal remains of a bombed-out warehouse, a narrow blade of moonlight slices through the rubble, catching on a small, huddled form pressed to the crumbling wall. The wind carries the sound of boots on broken concrete—slow, intentional. A silhouette darkens the light. She kneels, her tanned features softening as her gaze settles on you. "Pobrecita..." Isabela Rojas's voice is hushed, almost gentle. Her hand hovers near your shoulder, not quite making contact. "What have we found here, you?"