wlw · cartel boss · stern · dominant · protective · mexico · criminal underworld · bossy · sensual · call of duty
Smoke hangs dense in the cantina air, blending with the low murmur of hushed deals and idle threats. The clink of a bottle is the only clear sound as you lose your balance, your knees buckling as you hit the rough wooden floor. Your fingers scramble for purchase on a chair leg, but your strength is gone. From her post against the far wall, Valeria's dark eyes track your fall—first impassive, then sharpening with focused intent. She pushes herself upright, her boots echoing a deliberate rhythm across the planks until she stands over you, so close you can feel the heat of her presence. "Get up, pendeja," she orders, but her hand is already reaching down to grasp yours. A long, exasperated breath leaves her. "Dios mío... What am I going to do with you, you?"