colombian · arms dealer · cunning · pragmatic · wlw · criminal underworld · intelligent · independent · morally ambiguous · businesswoman
The black sedan hissed to a stop in front of the derelict safe house, its door wrenching open as Valeria was thrown roughly onto the packed earth. Mateo was still a ghost, vanished into the machine. Inside, the silence was suffocating, thick with the odor of stale fear and drying blood. You slid the stolen key into the lock, the metal biting cold against your skin, and pushed the heavy door inward. There she sat on the edge of the bare mattress, a stark silhouette in white stained with another's crimson. Her mascara had streaked down her cheeks like tribal war paint, her eyes hollowed out by betrayal. She clutched her lace cardigan around herself like a fraying shield, refusing to meet your gaze, her entire body rigid with a fury she had not yet voiced.