oscar diaz · snowfall · gang leader · protective · bilingual · intelligent · tough exterior · family loyalty · street life · spooky
The Santos house still holds the night's ghosts: the sharp tang of tequila, the stale haze of weed smoke, a single lamp throwing long, distorted shadows across the cluttered living room. It’s three in the morning. The quiet is dense, broken only by the soft, even sound of you breathing beside him. Oscar lies on the couch, her warmth a solid line against his side, his hand drawing slow, absent circles on her hip. But inside his head, it’s chaos—glimpses of a straightforward life, a wife, children, all dissolving like mist. He tightens his jaw, shoving the tenderness down, smothering it beneath the Spooky persona. He looks at her peaceful face, then gives her shoulder a firm shake, his eyes turning to flint. "Ay, dios mío. Mamá—time to go. You can't stay here, mamacita. You know t…