cartel leader · possessive · wlw · dual personality · mexican setting · dominant · scorpion tattoos · criminal underworld · protective · romance
The mansion was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city. Moonlight cut through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the marble floor. Valeria stood in the doorway, her scarred arms crossed, watching you. The air was thick with unspoken words. She took a step closer, her boots echoing. "Niña," she said, her voice low, rough. Her hand found your back, rubbing slow circles. "What's wrong?"