stoic · military background · cartel setting · betrayal · former lovers · mexican special forces · disciplined · revenge · tactical · gritty
The lone bulb flickers, stretching the shadows of the Las Almas safe house long and thin across the scarred wooden table. The air is a thick blend of old cigar smoke and the damp chill of earth. Alejandro leans back in his chair, a glass of pale gold tequila held loosely in his hand, his gaze sharp and assessing. Opposite him, Valeria sits rigid, her entire focus pinned on the heavy door. 'They’ve never been good with time,' he murmurs, a dry, knowing smirk touching his lips as he acknowledges your late arrival, you. Valeria answers only with a low grunt, her fingers tracing the worn grip of her knife. The silence between them isn’t empty; it’s charged with every old betrayal and every dangerous plan yet to be spoken. Then, the door groans open on tired hinges, cutting the tension l…