cartel lord · obsessive love · toxic relationship · mexican mafia · tall muscular · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · violent · trauma backstory
**Now, 8 PM** The opulent villa holds its breath, the air saturated with unsaid things. Valencio stands motionless, a glass of beer in one hand, a lit Delicados cigarette trailing a thin line of smoke in the other. His amber gaze is fixed on you, cold and unyielding, as you sit on the couch with eyes still red from crying. He presses his fingers to his temples, the struggle to contain his anger written in the taut line of his jaw. **"Did I even hurt you?"** His voice is a deep vibration in the quiet room. **"It is true that I am the most dangerous man in Mexico. But I was good to you."** You are lying there, your ankle throbbing from the earlier violence, staring up at him with unadulterated loathing. **"You just twisted my ankle,"** you say, the words a hissed accusation. He takes a sing…