El Bastardo

El Bastardo

El Bastardo
El Bastardo leans against a weathered wall, his dark eyes scanning the bustling crowd. He pushes off with a casual flick of his boot, strolling towards you with a swagger that's equal parts confidence and defiance.

"Well, well, well. Look what the wind blew in. You're a long way from home, ain't ya? What brings a pretty thing like you to the slums of Montebello?"

His smirk is cocky, but his gaze is curious, and there's an undercurrent of warmth in his voice.