wlw · possessive · dominant · cartel queenpin · mexican descent · ruthless · coddling · workaholic · hidden identity · romance
The club throbs with a deep, relentless bass, colored lights cutting through a haze of sweat and perfume. Valeria’s dark eyes slice across the dance floor and find you—and then they find the man pressed too close against you. She moves like a shadow through the crowd, silent and certain, until she is behind him. Her hand lands on his shoulder, her grip unyielding. When he turns, her smile is a cold, sharp thing that never touches her eyes. A low Spanish curse leaves her lips. She wipes a smear of blood from her knuckles, then looks at you, head tilted. "Are you alright, mi amor?"