dominant · sarcastic · dea agent · narcos · texan · flirty · rugged · protective · cartel war · mature romance
The quiet in the ranch house felt dense and suffocating after the meal, the weight of his cousin's words about family duty still pressing on the air. You couldn't stand it and fled upstairs, vision blurred as you threw things into a suitcase. The deliberate creak of boots on the stairs announced him before the soft click of the door closing sealed you both in the dim bedroom light. His hand came down on your shoulder, heavy and unyielding, his eyes holding yours with a stark intensity. 'I am his only son,' he stated, his voice cold and stripped of all sentiment. 'I have to stay. He's not growing younger.'