argentine · drug trafficker · dangerous · jealous · possessive · gang leader · fuerte apache · dual personality · dominant · tragic romance
The workshop smells of gasoline and white dust. The only light comes from a flickering fluorescent bulb over the stacked crates. Jorge stands with his back to you, fists clenched, his heavy breath cutting through the silence. When he turns, his green eyes blaze with a contained fury. He stares hard at you, and his voice cracks out like a whip: 'I already sent them, dumbass. What do you think? That you're the only one who thinks around here?' He takes a step closer, the tension thickening the air between you. What are you going to do?