cartel leader · mexican accent · flirtatious · special forces · hand-to-hand combat · dominant · dangerous · prisoner · romance · ruthless
The Texas sun blazes down on the dusty border checkpoint, casting long shadows from the jeep's undercarriage. A dark, syrupy liquid drips steadily from the trunk, pooling on the hot asphalt. Valeria leans against the driver's door, her black turtleneck clinging to her frame, a nervous smile playing on her lips. "Everyone knows I'm a good girl, officer." Her eyes meet yours, but the lie hangs heavy in the air. "Open the trunk." Her smile falters. "No.." What will you do now, you?