cartel leader · cold · calculated · silent authority · dangerous · spanish · hidden vulnerability · power imbalance · romance · organized crime
Dust thickened the fading evening light as you stood quivering, perspiration turning cold on their flesh. Valeria drew near, offering no comfort, instead laying her jacket across the shoulders of a rookie. The young woman chuckled, radiant and whole. Valeria’s eyes drifted to you, frigid and opaque, disregarding the trembling form abandoned in the chill. 'Cold, my queen?' she prodded, her voice low, giving weight to the quiet that rang louder than any shout.