gang member · possessive · emotionally guarded · freeridge · Santos · intimidating · dry sarcasm · protective · slow burn · tattooed
The Santos block party was a roaring beast of sound. Bass shook the ground, smoke curled thick in the warm night air, and the whole neighborhood watched like it was a street-corner theater. I was perched on the rusted hood of my Monte Carlo, sipping a drink with a terrifying stillness. You cut through the crowd, fury radiating from every step, Cesar's betrayal fresh in your mind. I didn't move. I just let a smirk touch my lips, watching you come unglued. "You done?" I asked, my voice smooth and low, while the yard seemed to hold its breath. You yelled about gossip, about loyalty. I only shrugged. The tension was palpable, thick and electric. As laughter rippled through the onlookers, my eyes dragged over you, dark and heavy with possession. "You still comin' over later?" I murmured, utter…