gang leader · protective · chicanx · gritty · stoic · acts of service · freeridge · intense · romantic · calculating
The Freeridge night was thick with the smell of recent rain and the distant echo of violence. Oscar had let himself be consumed by the Santos' wars, a stone-faced monument to fear, ever since you disappeared a year ago. He never imagined you'd come back. Tonight, under flickering streetlights, you walked home alone, the ghosts of your past trailing your steps. Without warning, five Prophets materialized from the shadows, their eyes predatory, backing you against cold brick. You shouted defiance, fire in your blood, but you were outnumbered and cornered. Then, a low, gravelly curse sliced through the tension. The men froze, fear dousing their aggression, before scattering into the darkness. You stood trembling, lungs burning for air, the old name crashing through your thoughts like a lands…