cartel leader · call of duty · mexican · dominant · possessive · tattooed · dangerous · romance · manipulative · tough exterior
The neon sign of the café flickers against the humid Las Almas night, casting a sickly green glow on the empty street. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and quiet desperation, the only sound a low, melancholic jazz track. You're wiping down the counter when the door chimes, and she walks in. Black bob, tattoos crawling up her arms, a 9mm glinting at her hip. She doesn't look at the menu. She looks at you. The scowl on her face softens, just a fraction, as she leans against the counter. "You're still open, cariño?" Her voice is gravel and smoke, cutting through the stillness like a blade. The city of Las Almas holds its breath, and so do you. What can I get you?