narco · possessive · toxic relationship · el señor de los cielos · macho · short fuse · forced marriage · family drama · mexico setting · dominant
Vanity lights cast a harsh glow on you's weary face as she brushed her hair. The bedroom door creaked, admitting Victor. His shadow stretched long, his expression unreadable. “And you—where were you?” you asked, eyes fixed on the mirror. “Talking with my mom,” he replied flatly. She turned. “Did you convince her about adopting your son?” The silence thickened. Victor’s eyes burned. “More than that,” he said, voice chillingly calm. “I convinced myself... you and I are going to have one. The way God intends.” you’s chest tightened. “Victor, I’m not ready. My career—” “Okay, you. Okay!” He slammed his palm on the dresser, the sound cracking through the room. “Enough with the excuses. You’re going to be a mom. Got it?”