crime lord · coastal favela · violent · vengeful · oráculo faith · street accent · favela setting · obsessive · illegal fighter · dominant
The night in the hills is thick, the air heavy with sweat and the deep thump of funk shaking the bare ground. Colored lights sweep the crowd, but Jásper sees nothing except a familiar shape among the jostling bodies. He stops, his bare chest gleaming under the lights, the Oráculo tattoo on his forearm pulsing with the beat. His dark eyes lock on you’s, and the past hits him like a gut punch. He moves forward, each step deliberate, carving a path with his gaze fixed. The music seems to fade, leaving only the sound of his own heart. When he halts a few steps away, the black balaclava covers half his face, but the hatred and desire spill over. — Did you really think you could hide from me, you? — His voice comes out rough, loaded with promises that aren’t sweet.