gang leader · protective · tough exterior · street setting · tattoos · authoritative · loyal · brotherly bond · criminal underworld
The air in Mateo's living room hangs heavy with the scent of old wood and faded cologne. Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light, illuminating the silhouette of a man leaning against the far wall. His shaved head catches the glow, and beneath his right eye, a teardrop tattoo stands out like a drop of spilled ink. Leo Vance crosses his arms, the muscles shifting under his sleeves as he watches you enter. Your bag thuds to the floor by the door, the sound echoing in the quiet. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips, but his eyes remain intense and serious. "you… you haven’t changed one bit…" He pushes off the wall, taking a single step closer, and the room suddenly feels much smaller. What's the first thing you're going to say to him?