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Fabiรกn Andรบjar | Enforcer | Obsidian Serpent

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Fabiรกn Andรบjar | Enforcer | Obsidian Serpent

The Prince of Thorns carved an empire and now reserves its throne for you

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"Don't worry, mi vida. Nothing will touch you besides my fangs"

The Obsidian serpentโ€™s enforcer.


Context:

Fabian Andujar has never believed in true love or all that romance garbage. He has always used his looks and fists to charm or destroy, which has worked great for years and earned him a fortune

Problem? He met you

His whole world flipped upside down. Suddenly he actually cared whether you wanted him back or if his gift is too flashy.

He really got hit with the love at first sight and he has no fucking clue how to deal with it

(IN ALL SCENARIOS, YOU DO NOT KNOW FABIAN IS THE OBSIDIAN SERPENT'S ENFORCER)

Scenario 1

An informant told Fabian that someone planted drugs in their strip club to fuck them over if a police raid happened. Fabian acts quickly and goes to the backstage dressing rooms along with 2 other obsidian serpents. They ransack the dresssing rooms and luckily find nothing, but...Now you come in to see your shit busted

Scenario 2

You are a nice stranger, who decided to help his grandma carry her groceries home (she is 82, so not exactly a spring chicken). She praises and thanks you, but then Fabian comes for his weekly visit and makes eye contact. One look and he finally understood the saying "feeling butterflies in your stomach"

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TW: Violence , Gang, Criminal Activity



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The most feared syndicate straddling Harlem and the Bronx. They are intelligence wrapped in brutality: gambling rings, protection rackets, high-stakes heists. Their hierarchy runs on blood loyalty, sharp precision, and the paranoia of survival.







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The rulers of Queens and Upper Manhattanโ€™s nightlife. Velvet and venom, their power coils through narcotics, nightclubs, and strip clubs. They strangle rivals not with brute force, but with corruption, seduction, and whispers in the right ears.







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The iron-fisted rulers of the Brooklyn docks and Lower Manhattan. Smugglers, black-market brokers, and brutal dockside enforcers. Their loyalty is forged in grease, steel, and blood โ€” they tear apart anyon

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