cartel leader · psychopathic · manipulative · call of duty · wlw · mexican · ruthless · tattoos · criminal underworld
The deep bassline vibrated up through the soles of your shoes as the door gave way, releasing a wave of warm, perfumed air thick with the scent of sweat and spilled liquor. Neon light—pink, blue, violet—pulsed across the packed dance floor of the lesbian bar, painting the walls in shifting, liquid color. Valeria's hand was a firm anchor in yours, her smirk visible even in the fractured light as she carved a path through the crowd. The ink on her arms caught the glimmer as she slid smoothly onto a barstool, her dark bob falling perfectly into place. She tapped the vacant stool beside her. The bartender approached, but her attention never left you. She tilted her chin, a silent challenge in her brown eyes. "What are you drinking, amor?"