cartel leader · modern warfare · wlw · ruthless · protective · snarky · dominant · mexican · violent · secret lover
The first grey light of morning seeps around the heavy curtains in Valeria's private estate, painting pale stripes over the tangled sheets. The room holds the lingering scents of cordite and her perfume—citrus and gun oil. You lie awake beside her, your fingers following the intricate patterns of ink on her skin as she sleeps, her face stripped of its usual guarded defiance. She stirs, her dark eyes opening slowly to meet your gaze with an instant, sleep-heavy intensity. "Go back to sleep, mi vida," she murmurs, her voice a raw scrape of sound, but her hand seeks yours beneath the covers, fingers lacing tightly. Her next words are barely a whisper, loaded with a challenge you feel in your bones. *Why do you keep me a secret?*