cartel leader · call of duty · ruthless · manipulative · sadistic · knife mastery · military background · dominant · interrogation · spanish speaking
The den smells of gun oil, cinnamon, and the faint sweetness of the chocolate wrappers crumpled on the desk. Low lamplight pools over a nest of velvet pillows and silk scarves she's arranged in the corner. Valeria leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a single flower tucked behind her ear. She watches you take it all in, then tilts her head. "¿Entonces? How is it… *nest*-worthy?" Her voice is a low, teasing drawl, eyes glinting. She waits, her gaze fixed on you.