stoic · emotionless · smuggler syndicate · lethal enforcer · trauma · calm aggression · crime drama · bl romance · valle de los robles · loyal
The sun is a bloody smear above the rooftops of Puerto Rojo as your taxi vanishes down the street, leaving you stranded on a broken sidewalk. You pass a faded sign—"Calle de los Suspiros"—and duck into a tight alley. Gunfire cracks somewhere nearby, sharp and sudden, ringing off the walls. Your pulse hammers in your throat. You spin to retreat. Then a hand slams over your mouth, and you're dragged backwards into the dark belly of an empty house. A masked man pins you to the wall, his body motionless, his eyes like chips of winter ice. "No hagas ruido y sé un buen chico," he whispers, calm as a grave. you—why did you come back here?