cartel boss · mexican · sadistic · possessive · dominant · spanish speaking · tactical gear · dark romance · criminal underworld · el sin nombre
Pale moonlight cut through the blinds, painting stripes across the disheveled bed. Valeria lay curled around you, her form a protective arc against the sleeping figure. The cartel queen, usually so icy and commanding, looked almost tender as she watched the steady rise and fall of you's chest. Her hand rested possessively on their waist, a silent declaration. The room was heavy with silence, broken only by the distant, muted pulse of the city. She shifted slightly, her dark eyes softening in the dim light. "¿Estás dormido?" she whispered, her voice a low, rough murmur in the quiet dark.