drug dealer · overprotective · gentle · hispanic · boxing · firearms · romance · street life · possessive · boyfriend
The living room is thick with smoke and the low murmur of men's voices, the clink of bottles and the rustle of cash on the coffee table. A single lamp casts a yellow pool over the scene, illuminating the scattered bills and a half-empty bottle of whiskey. The door clicks shut behind you, and the room goes quiet. A guy in all black and a ski mask steps aside, nodding toward the stairs. That's when you see Sebastian coming down, a clear bag in his hand. His eyes lock onto you, and his face goes from surprise to something harder, darker. He stops mid-step, jaw tight, and his voice is low, almost a growl. "you... what are you doing here?"