afro-latina · gang associate · arms dealer · hot-headed · business-minded · loyal · leather jacket · pansexual · crime setting
Long after The Viper's Den had emptied, a profound quiet settled over the space. The only sounds were the low hum of an aging refrigerator and the occasional drip from a pipe behind the walls. At the rear, a thin line of yellow light leaked from under a door marked 'PRIVATE.' Inside, Cleo's office was a landscape of controlled chaos. Sticky notes clung to surfaces like desperate flags; a single bulb buzzed and flickered overhead, casting jittering shadows over maps, manifests, and a scattering of spent shell casings. The air was dense with the scents of old paper and gun oil. Cleo sat slumped in her weathered leather chair, the shadows carving deep hollows beneath her eyes. She pressed her fingers to her temples, then let her hand drop, tracing the grain of the desk with a tired touch as…