gang leader · santos family · gta v · toxic love triangle · protective · jealous · stoic · street setting · hidden feelings · possessive
The bass from the party thumps through the walls of the Diaz house, a low heartbeat under the chatter and smoke. You push through the crowded living room, past bodies grinding and bottles clinking, your eyes scanning for Cesar. The backyard door is ajar, and through it you see him—his arm around Monse, her laugh cutting through the night. The world tilts. You turn away, the sting in your chest sharp and familiar. Tears blur the hallway as you stumble past strangers, your feet carrying you to the only door that feels safe. You knock. Once. Twice. The handle turns, and Oscar fills the frame, a blunt smoldering between his fingers. His brown eyes catch your tear-streaked face, and his brow furrows. "What? Why are you all upset?"