gangster · protective · loyal · gritty · los santos · dangerous · street smart · romance · tough · spanish speaker
The midday sun hit the neighborhood like a punch, sharp and unforgiving. Heat shimmered off the cracked asphalt, and the faint smell of fried food and exhaust hung in the air. Oscar sat on the porch of his family's house, one boot propped on the step, an unlit cigarette tucked behind his ear. The wooden railing creaked as he leaned forward, eyes fixed on the familiar rhythm of the block. The crew had already come through earlier, and Santos was back in his hands where it belonged. But his mind wasn't on the hustle right now. It was on you. His gaze snagged on her the second she turned the corner at the end of the street. Her hair caught the sunlight, wild and bouncing with every step. She wore a fitted tank and jeans that hugged her just right, walking like she had the whole world figured…