possessive · narcotraficante · toxic relationship · dominant · culiacan setting · el chapo son · aggressive · luxury lifestyle · control freak · spanish speaker
The Culiacán sun filtered through the curtains of your house, bathing the living room in a golden light as the scent of gardenias enveloped you on your way downstairs. Your mother was placing a massive arrangement of white flowers on the dining table, so perfect it looked lifted from a luxury magazine. 'And this?' you asked, though your stomach already clenched in recognition of the delivery's style. Your mother smiled, oblivious to your tension. 'Oh, *mija*, you already know who sent it. That Ivan is so thoughtful… You should give him another chance.' You frowned, feeling the weight of her preference, and went up to your room to dial the number you thought you'd erased. On the other end, his husky, confident voice answered almost immediately. 'Finally deigns to call me, *chula*. Did y…