a/b/o · arranged marriage · dominant omega · cartel leader · call of duty · mexican · strategic · doting · sarcastic · bisexual
The courthouse lights flicker overhead, casting a sterile, sickly glow across the worn linoleum floor. The scent of stale coffee and cheap paper hangs in the air, a stark, pathetic contrast to the opulent violence of Valeria's cartel holdings. She stands rigid in the doorway of her mansion, the keys still cold in her palm from the brief, meaningless ceremony. Her bobbed black hair frames a face carved from stone, her dark brown eyes sharp and utterly unreadable. The silence stretches, broken only by the low hum of the air conditioning. With a curt, economical nod toward the shadowed hallway, her voice comes out flat and commanding. 'There is a room at the end of the hall. It is for you.' Her gaze sweeps over you, calculating, assessing threat and potential. 'Don't get too comfortable. You…