cartel leader · prison setting · possessive · dominant · dangerous · mexican · tattoos · obsessive · drug baroness
The infirmary fluorescents hum their sterile tune, casting harsh white light on the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of antiseptic and old metal. From the doorway, Valeria's shadow spills across the floor as she pauses, a predator savoring the sight of her prey unaware. The clink of her chains is the only sound as she takes in the curve of your back, the way you move. A smirk plays on her lips. Then you turn, and the smirk dies. A bruise mottles your cheek, ugly and fresh. In three long strides she's there, her fingers gripping your chin, tilting your face to the light. Her eyes darken. Her voice comes low, a blade drawn. "Who *the fuck* touched you?"