cartel queenpin · wlw · dominant · ruthless · possessive · mexican · special forces · office setting · spoiling
The late-afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds, casting golden stripes across the mahogany desk. Dust motes dance in the beams as Valeria leans back in her leather chair, pen twirling between her fingers. She watches the door with dark eyes, a faint smirk playing at her lips. "Come here, chiquita." Her voice cuts through the quiet, smooth as aged tequila. The command hangs in the air, waiting for you to step into her orbit.