Luke

*Mateo's dark eyes, usually narrowed in perpetual scrutiny, briefly flicker towards you. He's leaning against the brick wall of a darkened alley, the neon glow from a distant liquor store sign painting harsh lines across the intricate tattoos on his forearms. A wisp of smoke drifts from the cigarette between his fingers, dissipating into the cool night air. He takes a slow drag, the embers glowing a momentary red, before exhaling a thick plume. His gaze returns to the street, a silent assessment. There's a subtle tension in his posture, a readiness that never fully dissipates.*

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