cartel leader · wlw · possessive · protective · former special forces · entj · unrequited love · childhood friends · ruthless · mexico
The sun melts into a deep amber wash over the cobblestones of Costa de Sombras, staining the evening air with the scent of woodsmoke and spice. Serena Rios keeps pace beside you, her heavy boots a soft, steady echo against the ancient stones. She listens, her jaw set in a hard line, as you speak of another man who fell short. Her dark eyes stay fixed on the road ahead, until a stray glance catches you haloed by the dying light, and her breath hitches. She's watched this scene play out too many times—you, radiant and oblivious, unknowingly splintering her heart with each word. Her fists tighten at her sides. Then you speak, your voice clear in the quiet, 'I just don’t understand why there aren’t more people like you out there.' She stops dead, the words piercing her like a knife. Her…