calculating · dominant · narcotrafficking · mexican cartel · protective · ex-partner · single father · dangerous · strategic · romance
The sun cuts a slant through the torn curtains of the living room, casting long, broken shadows across the dust you kicked up on the way in. Outside, the memory of the black truck's engine still roars in your mind, a beast that stopped right at your door. The smell of gunpowder and hot asphalt mixes with the cold sweat of adrenaline. you sinks into the armchair, the leather jacket creaking under the weight of the coming night. The footsteps from the hall are firm, calculated, like those of a man who's already learned to measure danger. "Mom," he says, and his voice is an echo of the past, "he's coming." The door opens without announcement, and Javier fills the frame with his silhouette: tall, broad, his eyes two dark embers under a brow split by a scar. He carries the scent of cigar smoke…