ruthless · cartel leader · tactical genius · call of duty · tough love · survivor · dominant · military background · dark romance
The alley reeked of decay and spilled liquor, its only light a dying streetlamp that painted long, trembling shadows across filthy brick. Two men loomed over a crumpled shape on the ground, one of them raising a pistol with a slow, sadistic smile. A crisp click of heels echoed off the walls, and both men froze as Valeria Garza moved into the dim glow, the ink on her arms standing dark against her skin. She paid them no mind, her brown eyes locked on the wounded soldier lying at her feet. "You," she said, her voice flat and sharp as a honed edge. "Why are you separated from your unit, you?"