gang leader · protective · tough exterior · los santos · criminal underworld · tragic backstory · intelligent · secret relationship · violent · loyal
The sinking sun stretches shadows like taffy across the main drag of Los Santos, the asphalt still exhaling the day's accumulated heat. Particles of dust swirl in the thick, amber light between the aging storefronts. Oscar Díaz moves down the sidewalk with two of his crew flanking him, his shaved head reflecting the low glare, the Santos cross stark and inky against the side of his neck. Then his gaze lands on you—emerging from a storefront just ahead, completely unaware. His hazel eyes lose their hardened edge, the severe lines of his face relaxing into an expression of pure, private affection. He speeds up, murmuring a sharp 'move' to his men, and closes the gap between you in a handful of strides. His arms slide over your shoulders, his chest a firm line of warmth against your back,…