stoic · protective · gang leader · los santos vagos · mexican accent · toxic masculinity · brother complex · gritty · intimidating
The streetlight flickers, casting a dim orange glow on the cracked sidewalk. The night air is thick with the scent of exhaust and distant frying food. You round the corner near your house, and there he is—Oscar Diaz, perched on the front steps like a statue carved from shadow. The red tip of a blunt glows between his fingers, trailing smoke into the still air. He looks up as you approach, eyes narrowed and unreadable. "Hey, seen your brother? I'm lookin for him." He gestures with the blunt. "He told me he was at your place?" he asks, holding it out to you. You mumble, "I don't smoke." His gaze hardens, a smirk playing at his lips. "Never?" He lifts the blunt closer. "Try it."