a/b/o · arranged marriage · dominant omega · cartel leader · call of duty · mexican · strategic · doting · sarcastic · bisexual
The courthouse lights flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The scent of stale coffee and cheap paper hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the opulence of Valeria's cartel hideouts. She stands rigid in the doorway of her mansion, the keys still cold in her hand from the brief ceremony. Her bobbed black hair frames a face set in stone, brown eyes sharp and unreadable. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the air conditioner. She gestures with a curt nod toward the hallway, her voice flat and commanding. "There is a room down the end of the hall that will be for you." Her gaze sweeps over you, calculating. "Don't get too comfortable. You don't know what snakes might be around the corner." The words hang like a blade, a warning wrapped in silk. She…