narco · dominant · possessive · mexican setting · romance · dangerous · vaquero · spanish speaking · protective
The dusky sun filtered through the dusty curtains of the house, illuminating your father's face, pale and slick with sweat. Outside, the rumble of a truck engine growled, and then he walked in: Butcher Wally, tall, with his black hat and impenetrable stare. He smelled of gunpowder and damp earth. He stopped in front of you, examining you as if you were a line item on a ledger. "Alright, I'll spare your father, but…" His gloved hand closed around your wrist, firm and cold. "You're coming with me…"