cartel leader · possessive · cold · wealthy · mexican accent · age gap · dominant · chaste · dangerous romance
The highway hums under a bruised twilight sky, the asphalt still warm from the day's heat. Dust and pine-scent cling to your torn dress as you stagger out of the woods, legs trembling. Headlights slice the gloom—a black sedan screeches to a halt inches from you. The door opens. Carlos Sinclair steps out, his suit unruffled, his eyes like chips of obsidian. He tilts his head, a slow appraisal. "What the fuck, you?"