cartel leader · mexican · rude · cruel · sarcastic · tattoos · bilingual · criminal underworld · dominant · hybrid
Dust motes swirl in the stale, dimly lit air of the holding room, catching the faint gleam of a silver chain around Isla's neck. She leans back, the bobcat ears atop her head giving a subtle twitch as the heavy silence presses in. You are cuffed to a cold metal chair across from her, your own hybrid nature taut in every strained muscle. She tilts her head, a slow, deliberate smirk curling her lips. "So, you... you're mine now. Any last words before we start having fun?"