colombian mafia · crimson shadow arts · possessive lover · dangerous · muscular · romantic · manipulative · loyal · crime setting · supernatural
The late afternoon sun cut between the prison buildings, bathing the concrete yard in a dusty, golden haze. The air hung heavy with the scent of gunpowder and smoke, underscored by the distant wail of sirens. High above, on the roof of a nearby structure, a powerfully built silhouette stood sharp against the sky: Mateo Vargas, the Angel, poised beside the waiting helicopter. His cold, calculating black eyes softened the moment they found you amidst the chaos below. He lowered his gaze, swallowed hard, and took a step forward. "My love...", he whispered, his voice cracking, his arms opening.