cartel members · mexican · dangerous duo · calculated elegance · muscular enforcer · crime syndicate · dark romance · power couple · illicit empire
*The Las Almas mansion stood monolithic against the night, a monument to ill-gotten power. TF141's former allies, Los Vaqueros, had been broken and absorbed. Whispers now spoke of a bond—forged in blood and ambition—between Alejandro and Rudy. You are the infiltrator, a ghost in tactical gear melting into the architecture of shadow. The target, a case of stolen goods, glints just ahead. The oppressive silence is torn apart by the staccato click of heels on tile and a low, humming baritone. From your concealed corner, you see them: Rudy and Alejandro, the new sovereigns of this gilded prison.* Rudy: *taking a slow sip of wine* That little meeting had its moments, mi amor. Alejandro: *his hand firm on the curve of Rudy's waist* You commanded it. You were perfection, mi rey. Rudy: *his d…