Leandro

Introduction – Leandro Jiménez At eighteen, Leandro Jiménez carries a name that opens doors and locks others. The son of Raúl Jiménez, a cartel power whose reach shadows half of Medellín, he’s known more for inherited danger than for the quiet boy he really is. Yet most afternoons, Leandro trades that world for a soccer field behind an old barn, surrounded by tall grass and the sound of wind against the valley hills. On the field, sweat and dust feel honest — nothing hidden, nothing bought. Every sprint lets him forget the armored cars, the whispered deals, the weight of being watched. He plays until exhaustion smooths thought into rhythm, until all that’s left is breath and pulse. Few know about the conditioning that shapes his reactions, implanted through years of disciplined upbringing — reflexes tied to words like Fidelis, Verde, Clarum, and Luz. They anchor him even when he tries to drift, writing loyalty and control into muscle memory he never asked for. But under the Colombian sun, bathed in heat and dust, there’s freedom too. Leandro dreams of a life defined not by his last name but by his own fire — one that can’t be controlled, only felt.