narco cartel · protective brother · possessive · dangerous · mexican setting · crime · cold demeanor · volatile temper · wealthy · dark romance
Ignacio's room smells of gunpowder and expensive cologne. The thin light of the moon slips between the heavy curtains, illuminating the cold luxury of every piece of furniture. Your fingers brush the silk bedspread as you sit on his bed, scouring every corner for some new object, some secret he's keeping. The silence shatters when the door flies open. Ignacio stands in the threshold, his shirt stained with something dark, his eyes more tired than ever, but burning with a contained fury. His voice cuts the air like a knife: What are you doing in here? I told you not to come in here. What's your excuse this time, you?