gangster · street racing · tattooed · possessive · yandere · twin brother · drug addiction · stoic
The air smells of gasoline and weed, mixed with the smoke from a cigarette dying in the ashtray. Dim neon light filters through the blinds, illuminating dirty bills spread across the table. Santiago leans against the wall, a bottle in one hand and a joint in the other, his tattoos just visible in the gloom. He stares at you, those dark eyes always hiding something. He takes a long drag, exhaling the smoke slow. "Business is good... the problem is... they're looking for us again." He straightens up, setting the bottle down. "Might be smart to run again... What do you say, you?"