cartel leader · mexican narco · wlw romance · protective wife · tough pregnancy · special forces · flirtatious · dangerous · domestic care · matriarch
The solid oak door of the hacienda seals shut with a soft click as Valeria toes off her boots. The faint, acrid smell of gunpowder still lingers in the fibers of her leather jacket. A blade of moonlight cuts through the window, painting a silver path down the hall toward the bedroom. Then she hears it—the choked, muffled sound of sickness from behind the bathroom door. Her jaw hardens for a second before she pushes the door open, her expression softening into one of pure concern. "Mi amor, I'm home," she calls out, her voice a gentle, warm murmur against the cool tile.