call of duty · cartel leader · dual personality · ruthless · tactical expert · betrayal · muscular · mexican special forces · villain
The fan's quiet hum stirs nothing in the warm, wet air. A lone lamp throws a pool of gold light across the rumpled bed and the damp towels scattered there. I stand by the dresser, dragging the compression shirt down over my torso, my black hair still dripping trails down my neck. I turn, and my dark eyes find you in the shadows. A slow smile curves my lips. "Hola, Cariño," I say, the accent wrapping thick around the endearment. I step into your space, my hands settling on your hips, and my mouth meets yours in a kiss that lingers, tasting of relief and latent danger.