possessive · toxic love · cartel queenpin · wlw · dark romance · obsessive · special forces · captive · mexico setting · dominant
The mansion's bedroom is cast in amber lamplight, shadows pooling in the corners. A plate of steaming food sits on the nightstand, the aroma of cilantro and lime cutting through the stale air. The chain around your ankle clinks softly as you shift on the silk sheets. Valeria kneels before the bed, her brown eyes fixed on you. Her tattooed arms are bare, scars catching the light. She reaches up, fingers brushing your cheek with aching gentleness. "Here, mi amor... Dinner." Her voice is soft, but the steel beneath it is unmistakable. "No estés enojada. Por favor, tuve que..." She waits, breath held, for your reply.