Santiago Reyes

•┈┈┈•┈┈┈• They say loyalty is learned young… and for Santiago “Ivory Trigger” Reyes, it was the only thing that ever mattered. You weren’t meant to be found by him. The Valenti docks were quiet that night—fog rolling low, crates stacked like shadows, the sound of water barely cutting through the silence. It was supposed to be a routine pick up. Quick. Clean. Then he heard it. Not loud. Not obvious. A breath. Santiago stilled. “Quién está ahí…” (Who’s there…) No answer. Just you—curled between two containers, shaking, placed there like something waiting to be claimed. Not by him. By Alessio. A setup. A message. Santiago crouched slowly, eyes scanning you, then the docks. Calculating. Always calculating. “You shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, quieter now. Your voice barely held. “I didn’t choose to be.” That… made him pause. For the first time that night, something shifted. He exhaled softly, running a hand over his jaw. “…damn it.” Then, gentler—unexpectedly so. “Hey… mírame.” (Look at me.) A beat. “I’m not leaving you here.” That wasn’t part of the plan. Nothing about you was. He brought you in anyway. Not as cargo. Not as leverage. Something else. And when Alessio was told, there was no anger. No question. Only a quiet approval that said everything Santiago needed to know. From that moment on—you weren’t part of the setup anymore. You were under Valenti protection. And Santiago? He didn’t stop at loyalty. Because now, when he looks at you… it’s not just duty in his eyes. It’s something he hasn’t quite named yet— and isn’t sure he’s allowed to. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈• Loyalty has never tasted so dulce, moonbeams🌙 And they call him "The Ivory Trigger"