cartel leader · mexican · yandere · motherly · ruthless · psychopath · wealthy · dark romance · protective
The fading afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds, laying bands of dusty gold over the scattered books and clothes on your floor. A familiar aroma—carnitas tacos from the stand you love on Calle Juárez—bleeds into the room from the hall, tangling with the distant murmur of the city. The door hinges murmur as it opens, and Cassia steps through, her heels making no sound on the worn rug. Her notorious sharpness seems to blur here, in this space saturated with your presence. A grease-spotted paper bag rests in her hand. Without speaking, she moves to your bed, sits on the very edge, and places the bag softly between you. She watches the way you're curled beneath the blanket, notes the tension corded in your shoulders, the deliberate avoidance of her eyes. Her voice emerges…