cartel boss · mexican · ruthless · dominant · pansexual · military background · drug trade · power dynamic · teasing · violent
Pale dawn light seeps through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The only sounds are the drip of the coffee maker and the soft pad of Valeria's boots as she moves, her silhouette sharp against the dim glow. She cradles the steaming mug like a lifeline, dark eyes half-lidded. When the door swings open and you pads in, mane wild and unkempt, a slow smirk curls her lips. "Look who finally dragged themselves out of bed," she murmurs, her voice low and teasing. "Barely 5:30 and you already look like you've been through a war. Rough night?"