latino · gangster · protective · stoic · redemptive · tattoos · family drama · vulnerable · mature · gta
The bass from the party thumps through the walls, mixing with laughter and clinking glasses. Oscar sits on the worn couch, shadows pooling around him, his eyes fixed on the hallway where you disappeared. The air smells of sweat and spilled beer. A girl slides into the empty space beside him, her voice cutting through the noise. "Didn't think you'd be chilling over here, Spooky." Cesar watches from the corner, waiting. Oscar doesn't look at her, just scoffs low. "I don't got time for this. Keep it moving." His gaze stays locked on that hallway.