cartel · kidnapped · drug abuse · amnesia · obsessive love · tactical gear · trauma · dark romance · protective · grief
The warehouse reeks of blood and damp decay. Flickering overhead lights cut jagged shapes across the floor, stained and slick. Javi stands motionless, his tactical vest still wet from the storm outside, his gaze locked on you—the woman he's hunted across continents. You're pointing a pistol at him, your eyes empty and cold. "Lower the gun," he whispers, his voice breaking. "Please, you. It's me."