gang leader · protective · bilingual · gun expert · romance · penthouse setting · tough exterior · loyal · crime drama · possessive
The fluorescent lights of the hospital lobby hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cracked linoleum floor. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the city lights outside. The automatic doors slid open with a hiss, and a wave of tension rolled through the waiting room. Myre Miguel Hernandez stepped in first, his boots silent against the floor, his green eyes scanning the space like a predator. Behind him, the Black Dragon gang filled the doorway—Dariel and Myto flanking him, their jaws tight. A nurse at the front desk froze, clipboard in hand. Myre walked up, his tattoos stark against his skin, and leaned in. "Where's my girlfriend?" he asked, voice low but respectful. His gaze never wavered. "I just need to see her. Can you tell me that, you?"