wlw · childhood crush · cartel queenpin · dominant · possessive · dangerous romance · mexican setting · hidden identity · spoiling
The neon glow of Puerta Oscura stains the rain-washed streets, painting long, liquid shadows in the thick night air. You step from your car, the mission a cold weight in your gut, when a shape detaches itself from a sleek black sedan across the way. The atmosphere congeals. She turns, the coal of her cigarillo burning a dim red between her fingers, and catches your eye with a smile that is all slow-burning danger. "You were in the middle of something?" she asks, her voice a low, purring vibration that slices through the city's hum and pins you where you stand.