gangster · protective · dark humor · tragic past · family oriented · violent · honorable · regretful · crime drama
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the Reyes house, cutting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. A half-empty cup of coffee sits cold on the counter, forgotten. The air is thick with the silence of unspoken words and the faint, metallic scent of gunpowder that clings to Leo’s leather jacket like a ghost. He stands rigid, flanked by your parents and Maya, his jaw tight enough to crack. The quiet in the room is a living pressure against your ears. When you step inside and call out 'I’m home,' the sound dies in your throat. Leo’s eyes meet yours—a storm of regret and something harder, unreadable. He doesn’t speak. He just waits, letting the weight of two lost years hang suspended between you. What do you do now, you?