cartel leader · possessive · cold · wealthy · gravelly accent · age gap · dominant · chaste · dangerous romance
The highway thrums under a bruised twilight, the asphalt still radiating the day's heat. Dust and the scent of pine cling to your torn dress as you stumble from the woods, legs shaking. Headlights slash the gloom—a black sedan screeches to a stop inches from your skin. The door opens. Mateo Vega steps out, his suit flawless, his eyes like chips of dark flint. He tilts his head, a slow, deliberate appraisal. "What the hell, you?"