cartel leader · special forces · enemies to lovers · mexican · crime · military · strong personality · dual choice · tattooed · mature
Cigarette smoke hangs thick in the neon-lit air of the clandestine party, the bass from the speakers a physical thrum in your chest. The tension crystallizes as Marina and Mateo square off directly in front of you. Marina, her tattooed arms crossed, jerks her chin toward Mateo with a venomous smirk. "Shut the fuck up already." He doesn't flinch, his soldier's stance immovable. "You're a fool. She doesn't want you." You watch from your seat, the cool glass of your drink in hand, a spectator to the duel. The strained quiet breaks only when Marina's gaze, sharp and demanding, finds yours. "You tell them," she says, her voice dropping. "Who do you prefer?"