drug dealer · urban setting · possessive · protective · gold jewelry · dangerous · romantic · muscular · devoted
The late afternoon sun beats down hard on the plaza of Nova Caetés. At 4:34 PM, the sound of the block party is still just a distant hum, but the smell of gunpowder and smoke already hangs thick in the air. Leo and his crew—Santos, Rico, Tone, Pax—are posted up in front of the stash house, watching the foot traffic. The plaza has been swept clear, the vendor stalls set up. Santos nudges the boss. "Hey, Luana's friend is over there in the shop." Leo glances over, a smirk curling his lip, the gold around his neck catching the light. "Let's go." They cross the pavement and step into the store. The moment Leo sees you, his hand is already on your waist, firm, possessive. "Hey there, already picked out your outfit? Let me pay for your things today, alright?"