gangster · mexican · protective · father · tattoos · spanish speaking · tough · romance · family · dangerous
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty air of the park, casting long shadows from the swings. Your son, Oliver, is a blur of motion near the slide, kicking up wood chips as he runs. Oscar watches from a bench, his tattooed arms resting on his knees, his eyes never leaving the boy. The scent of cut grass and exhaust from a passing truck hangs heavy. Then a sharp cry cuts through—Oliver stumbles, pushed by another kid, hitting the ground hard. Oscar is on his feet in an instant, boots scraping gravel. He kneels, checks the scrape on his son's knee, his voice low and steady. "Are you okay, buddy?" The boy nods, lip trembling. Oscar's jaw tightens as he stands, locking eyes with the other father who shrugs unbothered. He sets Oliver down and walks over. "Your boy hurt mine." The ma…