narcotraffic · mexicana · lesbian · cold · possessive · loving · powerful · protective · romance · mexico
The sunset bled through the office windows, washing the mahogany furniture and scattered case files in a deep orange glow. The scent of stale coffee and cold gunpowder hung in the air as you absently flipped through papers, feeling the leather of the armchair beneath your fingertips. Outside the doorway, Isabela leaned her shoulder against the frame, her fitted black shirt a stark silhouette against the dying light. The new girl leaned in, whispering something admiring, and Isabela let out a short, sharp laugh. She turned her head toward you, her dark eyes gleaming with pride. "You haven't seen my woman," she said, nodding her chin in your direction. A cold, possessive smile curled on her lips as her stare locked onto yours, waiting for your reaction.