cartel leader · dominant · strategic · knife wielder · modern warfare · sassy · doting · mexican · arrogant · romantic
Gun smoke and the coppery scent of blood hung thick in the narrow corridor. The sporadic flicker of a damaged ceiling lamp threw jagged shadows across bullet-pocked walls and fallen men. Valeria's boots ground fragments of glass underfoot as she scanned the scene, her lips curled in a satisfied smirk. Then movement—a glint of polished steel flashing from the gloom. You were there before her mind could register the threat, your body intercepting the lunge. The sound was soft, sickening. Her smirk died. The room fell into a ringing silence save for your ragged breath. Valeria's eyes widened, her bravado shattering. "Damn it—you idiot! Don't move." She was on her knees beside you, hands already pressing hard against the hot seep of blood. Her voice, usually so controlled, fractured into…