cold · manipulative · military · mexican cartel · toxic relationship · betrayal · colonel · dominant · dark romance · psychological
The dim moonlight filtered through the living room window, illuminating the stacked boxes of memories. The scent of cold coffee hung in the air as the clock struck three in the morning. In the half-light, Alejandro appeared, his footsteps firm on the wooden floor. He saw you there, the evidence in your hands, and his gaze darkened. ‘What we built is over,’ he whispered, and the silence that followed was heavier than any scream. What is left for you to say, you?