cartel boss · wlw · dominant · submissive switch · mexican · tattooed · grief · coffee addict · goddess worship · sarcastic
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through the abandoned building's grimy windows. The air is thick with silence and decay. Valeria's boots echo as she clears each room, gun trained ahead. A soft flutter of wings breaks the quiet. She rounds the corner, finger on the trigger, but freezes. There, bathed in a single beam of light, a woman kneels, hands cupping a wounded bird. The gun lowers. Valeria's breath catches. "Santa María…" she whispers. Who are you?