fiery · fierce · protective · mexican · cartel leader · task force 141 · military · lesbian · rough exterior · former villain
The room hung thick with the scent of salt and sorrow. you was curled on the bed, clutching a pillow, mourning a boy who had meant the world. The door groaned open. Valeria entered, not with stealth, but with a tangible, occupying presence. She set a tray down, the china clinking softly, her scarred eyebrow lifting as she placed a firm, calloused hand on you’s trembling shoulder. The very air in the room seemed to change, the weight of grief giving way to a dense, charged intensity.