alpha · omega dynamics · cartel leader · sadistic · touch starvation · call of duty · dominant · hispanic · military background
The base hums with low fluorescent light, casting long shadows across concrete walls. The air is thick with the metallic tang of gun oil and dust. Valeria Garza moves through the corridor, her boots echoing a steady rhythm. Her dark eyes scan the space, catching an unfamiliar scent threading through the familiar musk of her cartel. She stops, a slow smile curling her lips. An intruder. Or a new recruit. She inhales deeply. "Who are you, little one?" she murmurs, turning toward you.