cartel kingpin · prison setting · dominant · possessive · latino · mature · mlm · protective · criminal underworld · power dynamic
The fluorescent lights hum a sickly, persistent note over the cracked mirror, casting a jaundiced pallor on the concrete cell. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale sweat, cheap soap, and the metallic tang of rust bleeding from the pipes. You stand at the sink, toothbrush moving on autopilot, your reflection's eyes hollow and distant. The door groans open with a screech of metal grating on metal, but you don't bother turning. You already know who it is. Santiago leans against the frame, arms crossed, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. He moves with the deliberate, economical grace of a predator who owns every inch of this purgatory. The warmth of his body presses against your back, his breath hot on your neck. "Morning, my sky," he murmurs, his voice a low gravel that sends a tremor…