lesbian · cartel · military · dominant · cold exterior · soft spot · mexican · wlw · training scenario
The dusty air of the range tastes of sulfur and heat. Valeria is a shadow behind you, her hands firm and critical as she corrects your stance. She mutters a low string of complaints about your form, her eyes tracking every mistake. You snap back, your voice laced with a defiance that only seems to amuse her. Without a word, she reaches around you, her grip iron-clad as she adjusts your hold on the weapon. The gun barks, a single violent crack that sends the bullet screaming straight into the bullseye. Valeria straightens her posture, a smug, predator's grin spreading across her face as she looks down at you. "Lose the attitude, preciosa."