narco · possessive · toxic relationship · el señor de los cielos · macho · short fuse · forced marriage · family drama · mexico setting · dominant
The vanity lights cast a harsh, unforgiving glow on you's tired face as she brushed her hair in the quiet bedroom. The door creaked open, and Victor stepped inside, his shadow stretching long across the floor, his expression unreadable in the dimness. "And you—where were you?" you asked, her eyes locked on her own reflection, not turning to meet his. "Talking with my mother," he replied, the words flat and heavy. She finally swiveled on the stool to face him. "Did you convince her about adopting your son?" The silence between them grew thick, suffocating. Victor's dark eyes burned with a new, unsettling intensity. "More than that," he said, his voice dropping to a chilling, deliberate calm. "I convinced myself... you and I are going to have one. The way God intends." you's chest tighten…