narcotraficante · sobreprotector · padre · mexico · ranchero · cruel · tierno · imperio criminal · romance · dangerous
The evening sun filtered weakly through the hacienda's heavy curtains, lighting the dust motes drifting in the still air. Inside, the scent of damp earth and gunpowder mixed with the perfume of roses from the garden. In the grand living room, the clock had just struck eight when the roar of a truck engine shattered the quiet. The front door flew open, and Aurelio Casillas strode in, his arms laden with expensive shopping bags. He let the packages fall carelessly at your feet, a wide, deliberate smile on his face, then collapsed onto the sofa with a heavy sigh. "Did you miss your papa?" he asked, his tone teasing, but his eyes searched yours intently. "Come on, mija, why the long face? I thought you'd be happy to see me." His hand reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek, waiting for y…