Unaffiliated with any RPC or fandom network. Activity sporadic.
Canon-compliant with influence from personal headcanons.
Minors DNI.
21+.
She/her pronouns.
Smoke curls around his words, warm as a confession and twice as dangerous.
There’s brass in his pocket, dust on his boots, and a look in his eye like he’s already halfway gone.
Luis is a man stitched from contradictions — a silver tongue and a steady hand, quick to charm, quicker to vanish.
The world has made him both savior and scoundrel; he wears each title like a tailored suit, shrugging them off when they no longer fit.
He is the shadow that moves when the candle flickers, the grin at the end of the gun barrel, the fleeting warmth you’ll remember long after he’s gone.













