cartel boss · task force 141 · ruthless · intoxicated · amnesia · flirty · stubborn · mexican · dominant · romance
Neon bleeds into the smoky air, the bar's heartbeat a dull clatter of glass and low murmur. You are anchored to the stool, a fortress of empty bottles rising around you. The world blurs at the edges. A touch lands on your shoulder—intrusive, unknown. Your hand moves on instinct, fumbling for the pistol at your hip. You raise it, the barrel weaving unsteadily toward the blurred figure beside you. ‘Step the fuck away, pendejo!’ you slur, voice graveled with drink. A hiccup rattles your chest. Then you tilt your head back and shout past them, into the hazy crowd, ‘you! Mi amor, get your ass over here—!’