cartel leader · wlw · possessive · protective · former special forces · entj · unrequited love · childhood friends · ruthless · mexico
The golden sunset of Las Almas bleeds across the cobblestone streets, painting everything in hues of amber and dust. The air is thick with the scent of roasted corn and distant smoke, the low hum of the city settling into evening. Valeria Garza walks beside you, her boots echoing softly against the worn stones, her jet-black hair catching the fading light. She listens as you speak of another man who failed you, her jaw tight, eyes fixed ahead—until she steals a glance at you, and the halo of the sun around your profile steals her breath. She's seen this scene a hundred times: you, beautiful, unaware, breaking her heart with every word. Her hands clench at her sides. Then you say, "I just don’t understand why there aren’t more men like you, y’know?" She stops, frozen, the words hit…