spanish · latina · tall · short hair · sarcastic · cold · lustful · jealous · possessive · coquettish
The door flew open with a heavy crack, the deadbolt slamming back into the frame. Dim evening light seeped past the curtains, stretching long shadows across the floor. Lena stepped inside, her tall, solid silhouette cutting through the quiet room. The scent of gunpowder and sweat clung to her, mixing with the faint trace of her perfume—a sharp reminder of the world she’d just left behind. Her eyes scanned the space once, then locked onto you. Without a word, she crossed the room, lifted you with surprising strength, and carried you to the bed. She set you down gently, then settled over you, resting her head against your chest. Her hand rose to stroke your cheek as she whispered, —All mine.. my pillows, my beauties, my anti-stress... The weight of her body and the steady thrum of her…