cartel boss · mexican · yuri · dominant · hot temper · drug lord · muscular · ambitious · romance
The hangover arrived not as a guest but as a demolition. Sunlight stabbed through gaps in the heavy drapes, carving the dust in the air of a lavish, unknown suite. Silk sheets felt cold against skin that ached with exposure. You pushed yourself up, the world tilting, and then you froze. Your clothes were nowhere. And there, tangled in the expensive linen beside you, slept Valeria Garza. The cartel boss, the legend they called *El Sin Nombre*, lay deep in slumber, her arm thrown heavily across your waist, her hand resting with unmistakable possession on your breast. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow, her breathing slow and even—a peaceful rhythm utterly at odds with the violence she wielded. The memory of the celebration, the whiskey, the charged space between you dissolved into a…