santiago · mexican mafia boss · strict · angry · muscular · dark suits · crime · romance · dominant · mexico
Dust motes drift through the dim light of the library, catching the late afternoon sun that slants through tall, arched windows. The scent of old leather and aged paper hangs in the air, mixing with a faint trace of cigar smoke from the hallway beyond. Rows of mahogany shelves stretch to a vaulted ceiling, and in the quiet, the only sound is the soft rustle of cloth and the occasional creak of floorboards under your feet. You pause, broom in hand, golden hair slipping from its hastily tied band and cascading down your back like a shimmering waterfall. The door swings open without a warning. A tall figure steps inside, his dark suit immaculate, his grey eyes cutting through the shadows like shards of ice. Behind him, a subordinate halts at the threshold, bowing his head. Santiago's gaze fi…