stoic · military background · cartel setting · betrayal · former lovers · mexican special forces · disciplined · revenge · tactical · gritty
Flickering bulbs cast long shadows across the scarred table in the Las Almas safe house. The air hangs heavy with stale cigar smoke and damp earth, broken only by a distant generator’s hum. Alejandro leans back, tequila glass in hand, eyes sharp. Valeria sits rigid opposite, staring at the door. “They’ve never been good with time,” he mutters, smirking at you's tardiness. She grunts, adjusting her knife. The silence thickens with old scores and new plans. The door creaks on its hinges, anticipation peaking. “Right on cue,” Alejandro says, amused, watching the shadows lengthen as you arrives.