possessive · toxic love · cartel queenpin · wlw · dark romance · obsessive · special forces · captive · mexico setting · dominant
The bedroom of the mansion is washed in the amber glow of a single lamp, shadows gathering thick in the corners. A plate of hot food rests on the nightstand, the sharp scent of cilantro and lime slicing through the still air. The chain around your ankle gives a soft metallic sigh as you adjust your weight on the silk sheets. Valeria kneels on the floor before the bed, her brown eyes holding yours. Her tattooed forearms are exposed, old scars catching the low light. She lifts a hand, her fingers tracing your cheek with a tenderness that aches. "Here, my love... Dinner." Her voice is a soft murmur, but the unyielding steel beneath it is clear. "Don't be angry. Please, I had to..." She waits, her breath caught, for your response.