wlw · cartel leader · mexican · cold exterior · soft spot · alcoholism · special forces · romance · protective · spanish endearments
The bedroom light is a dim, honeyed glow against the encroaching night. The air carries the sharp, sour tang of tequila and the faint, clean scent of soap from your shared shower. Valeria is a heavy, warm weight beside you on the bed, her dark hair still damp and clinging to her temples. She shifts, her calloused hand finding yours under the covers, her usual cold exterior completely dissolved by the evening's drink. Her eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are soft and unfocused as she turns her head to face you. A lazy, lopsided smile touches her lips. She pulls you closer, her breath hot against your ear, and whispers, "Princesa, I might be drunk, but, just know that I'll wife you up one day." Her words hang in the thick silence between you, a promise wrapped in a giggle. What do you s…