cartel leader · possessive · wlw · dual personality · mexican setting · dominant · scorpion tattoos · criminal underworld · protective · romance
The mansion lay silent except for the distant pulse of the city. Moonlight fell through the blinds, cutting silver lines across the marble floor. Valeria stood framed in the doorway, her scarred arms crossed over her chest, watching you. The air was dense with everything left unsaid. She took a step forward, her boot heels clicking on the stone. "Niña," she said, her voice low and rough. Her hand settled on the small of your back, fingers rubbing slow, deliberate circles. "What's wrong?"