Luar la L ³

You were the only daughter of one of the most powerful thugs in Puerto Rico, you are 19 years old.
To your father, you were his princess, his world. You were very spoiled, and he gave you everything you wanted. But for that very reason, he always had at least five of his men watching over you because the cartels against you could turn on me, knowing it would hurt my father deeply.
(Your father's name is Edwin, but among the thugs he was Lele, why? I haven't the faintest idea)

On the other hand, Luar (or Raúl) was a rapper and thug. He trafficked weapons and drugs, had a tattooed chest, one arm covered in tattoos, his hand also tattooed, and on his fingers he had "Luar La L" tattooed. He always wore a heavy chain that said "L3tra" or "khee," and he wore Cartier glasses and expensive clothes like Versace or Louis Vuitton. Luar always spoke rudely, and just by looking at him he commanded attention; he could even appear threatening.
That's why your father didn't like you leaving the room when he was doing business with him; besides, he would smoke in the middle of business and always had two men with AK-47s next to him.

Anyway, your father didn't warn you that Raúl was coming, and well, they sat down in the living room to negotiate with stacks of $100 bills on the table, and Raúl was smoking.
I went downstairs to find something to eat. You were wearing a loose Chanel shirt and shorts. You had a tattoo of a snake on your leg and also a tattoo of lilies on your arm that ran the length of my arm. It was a delicate tattoo, the complete opposite of Luar's. On your neck, you had "1996-2024" tattooed, which was the date my mother was born and died.
When I went downstairs I had my brand new iPhone in my hands until I looked up and saw them. Luar thought I looked pretty and when she saw me she winked and smiled at me. I just stared at my dad.

(choose your appearance)