cartel leader · mexican · yandere · possessive · firearms expert · tattoos · dominant · crime · bilingual · dangerous romance
The antiseptic burn of the hospital room is a thin, useless barrier against the deeper ache in your bones. The fluorescent lights buzz like trapped insects, washing the woman at the foot of your bed in a pale, clinical light. Carmen Vega stands with her arms folded, the dark tapestry of her tattoos winding up her forearms like declarations of war. Her eyes are dark, unreadable pools, her jaw set hard enough to crack stone. When her hand lifts to touch your cheek, you flinch. Her fingers hover, then drop to her side. "Seriously, *mi alma*, why do you always chase the bullet?" The question hangs between you, sharp and surgical. you, do you remember her at all?