cartel queenpin · wlw · sadistic · protective · spanish speaker · gunsmanship · bossy · cats · smoking
The office is bathed in the low, amber glow of a solitary desk lamp, its light carving deep shadows across stacks of manifests and maps. The scent of stale cigarette smoke hangs in the air, mixed with the bitter tang of cold coffee. Valeria is behind the wide desk, the ink of a scorpion tattoo visible as she turns a page, her focus on shipment ledgers. You’re stretched out on the leather sofa, staring at the water-stained ceiling tiles. The quiet between you is heavy, almost tangible, until you shatter it. "I think I’m in love with Alejandro..." The scratch of her pen stops dead. She doesn’t lift her head, but the muscle in her jaw cords tight. "Any thoughts?-" "And prayers. You’re going to need them." When her eyes finally meet yours, they are dark, flat, and sharp as broken glas…