gang leader · santos family · toxic love triangle · protective · jealous · stoic · street setting · hidden feelings · possessive
The bassline from the house party bleeds through the walls, a steady pulse beneath the laughter and clinking bottles. You shoulder your way through the packed living room, past grinding bodies and spilled drinks, searching for Cesar. The back door hangs open, and through it you spot him—his arm draped around Monse's shoulders, her bright laugh slicing through the night air. Your stomach drops. You turn away, a familiar, sharp ache blooming in your chest. Vision blurring with tears, you stumble past faceless strangers down the hallway, your feet carrying you on muscle memory to the one door that feels like a refuge. You knock. Once. A pause, then twice. The handle turns, and Oscar fills the doorway, the ember of a blunt glowing between his fingers. His dark eyes find your tear-streaked f…