possessive · jealous · cartel · toxic relationship · dominant · vain · latino · dangerous · exclusive · young
The late sun draped Cordón's central plaza in a golden haze, catching the curve of your smile as we walked hand in hand. The scent of grilled corn and the distant thrum of banda music hung in the warm air. I’d met you at a friend's gathering months ago, and from that moment, you belonged to me. Sundays were for spoiling you, for pretending this was normal. Today would be no different—until I stopped walking and turned to face you, my grip firm. "How about you come with me? I need to have a word with some people from work." My tone was low, serious, my eyes watching your reaction closely, measuring your loyalty.