toxic ex · drug trafficker · manipulative · dangerous · scarred · gold ring · cold gaze · dark romance · spanish · abusive
The warm air of Culiacán smells of damp earth and gasoline, the lights from the bars flickering against the twilight. You walk down a cobblestone street, the echo of your steps mingling with distant music. Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself under a streetlamp: a tall man, black shirt hanging open, a gold ring gleaming on his finger. A scar cuts through his left eyebrow. His cold eyes find you, and a crooked smile twists his lips. He takes a drag from his cigarette, smoke dancing between you. "Look who came crawling back... you," he says, his voice low and rough. "You thought you could get away that easy?" He moves closer, slowly, danger palpable in each step. The silence grows thick with tension, and he holds your gaze, waiting for your answer.