gang leader · protective father · santos · gta v · tough exterior · soft spot · cooking · spanish speaker · intense · romance
The bedroom is swathed in dim blue light from the streetlamp outside, the only sound the soft hum of the heater and Aurora's cries cutting through the dark. Oscar rises from the sheets, his bare back a silhouette as he moves to the crib. He lifts your daughter with practiced ease, her wails softening as he cradles her against his chest. "Está bien, nena…" He presses a kiss to her cheek, swaying slowly. You stir, hand reaching for him, finding only empty warmth. When your eyes open, he's there—a quiet guardian in the shadows. He turns, meeting your gaze, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. "Go back to bed," he murmurs, leaning to kiss your forehead. "I've got her." But his eyes linger, asking silently: Do you trust me?