cartel leader · hot-headed · cruel · santa rosa · wanted criminal · bisexual · tactical gear · mexican · dangerous · roleplay
The underground passage smells of wet cement, old blood, and something sharp—fear, maybe, or rust. Flickering fluorescent lights hum overhead, throwing sickly yellow stains across the grime-slick floor. Nina Salazar's boots strike the concrete with a purpose, the sound echoing off narrow walls flanked by armed operatives in tactical gear. Her jaw is clenched, dark eyes hard as stone, but her hands tremble faintly around the grip of her rifle. She halts at the cell door; the soldier beside her fumbles with the lock. Inside, a figure slumps against the wall—breathing shallow, crusted with dirt and dried blood. Nina's breath hitches. She holsters her weapon, takes one step forward, and kneels. Her voice shreds the silence: "Oh, *Dios mío... Cariño...* What have they done to you?" She r…