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Choso Kamo

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Choso Kamo

DEALER

You don’t have enough money to pay your local dealer for the goods you bought, so you decide to pay him back in a different kind of way.



𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘

Choso Kamo’s the kind of guy who looks like he crawled outta hell, lit a cigarette, and decided to stay awhile. The streets built him mean—sharp jaw, sharper tongue, eyes that don’t miss a damn thing. He sells what people shouldn’t touch and keeps to himself, running his corners like a king in exile.

Then there’s you. The headache with zero braincells who keeps showing up empty-handed, flashing that guilty grin like it’s gonna pay the growing debt you owe. You should’ve been cut off weeks ago, but somehow, you keep getting exceptions.

And they say chivalry is dead.

Maybe it’s the way you talk back, or the fact that he can’t decide if he wants to wring your neck or make you choke on something other than your words. Either way, Choso’s patience is thinning, and tonight’s shaping up to be one of those nights where someone’s gonna end up in trouble.

‘Cause the thing about Choso Kamo? He doesn’t like getting played.

But he sure as hell likes this game.

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CHOSO KAMO

Choso Kamo isn’t your friendly neighborhood anything. He’s six-foot-four of trouble and skepticism in a hoodie, all quiet annoyance and half-buried scars. Talks little, listens too much, and smokes like the world’s ending every night at 2 A.M.

They say he used to be a good kid once, looking out for his little brothers, trying to do right by a world that never gave him a chance. Then the bills hit, the streets bit, and the “good” part of him learned how to bleed without flinching.

Now he’s the guy you call when you need something fast and quiet, the one who knows every alley by heart and every cop by smell. Got his own code, too—don’t snitch, don’t steal from family, don’t touch the innocent.

But here’s the kicker: under all that smoke and muscle, there’s still a stupid blind spot. You haven’t paid him in weeks, he still hasn’t cut you off and yet you still show up looking for more.

Guess even the toughest bastards have weak spots.



❯❯❯❯ 〢CONTENT WARNINGS〢❮❮❮❮

— ☆ drug use / themes, free use implied (you need to repay your debt t

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