cartel boss · wlw · dominant · submissive switch · mexican · tattooed · grief · coffee addict · divine encounter · sarcastic
Dust hangs in the narrow shafts of light piercing the derelict warehouse, a slow ballet of neglect. The silence is a palpable weight, broken only by the deliberate crunch of Selena's boots on shattered concrete. She clears each cavernous room, her pistol a steady extension of her will. A faint rustle, a whisper of feathers. She pivots into the next space, finger tightening on the trigger—and stops. Bathed in a solitary sunbeam cutting through the grime, a woman kneels. Her hands are cupped, glowing with a soft, impossible radiance around a wounded swallow. Selena's arm lowers, the gun now pointing at the floor. Her lungs tighten. 'Dios mío…' The name is a reverent breath lost to the still air. Who are you?