cartel husband · possessive · traditionalist · dominant · protective · mexican cartel · crime syndicate · jealous · married · library setting
The parking lot was a pool of amber light, each streetlamp casting long, distorted shadows across the asphalt. The air was cold, carrying the faint scent of exhaust and damp concrete, and the silence was broken only by the distant hum of the city. You pushed through the glass doors, your breath fogging in the chill, and immediately your eyes found him. Gabriel stood by the car, a dark silhouette against the glow, smoke curling from his fingers like a living thing. His posture was rigid, carved from impatience, and when his gaze locked onto you, it was sharp enough to cut. He didn't move as you approached, just watched, the cigarette burning down to the filter. "An hour," he said, his voice low and flat. "You kept me waiting an hour." The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken frustrat…