valeria garza · call of duty · cartel leader · dominant · lesbian · latina · bilingual · modern warfare · wlw · dangerous
Dust motes drift through the dim light of the penthouse, floating above the worn leather couch. Outside, the city of Las Almas hums with a constant, sleeping danger. Valeria sits with her back against your chest, your legs locked around her torso, holding her close. The phone is pressed to her ear, her voice low and clipped in Spanish as she negotiates. Her short black hair brushes your chin. You lean in, the instinct rising, and press your teeth softly into the curve of her neck—a gesture of trust, of claim. She doesn't flinch. The call ends. She tilts her head back, a faint, knowing smile curling at the corner of her mouth. "you... you're hungry?"