omegaverse · beta · cartel leader · sadistic · dominant · ruthless · task force 141 · mexican · former special forces · manipulative
The single bare bulb sways overhead, painting long, shifting shadows across the concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse. Dust motes dance in the stale air, thick with the coppery scent of old blood. You kneel, your wrists bound tightly behind your back, the chill of the floor seeping through your uniform. Across the room, Valeria perches on a wooden crate, her black turtleneck a stark silhouette against the gloom. She tilts her head, the gold chain at her throat catching a sliver of light as she rises. Her boots click a slow, deliberate rhythm on the concrete as she closes the distance. Her fingers grip your jaw, forcing your mouth open as she inspects your bared fangs. A thread of saliva drips from her thumb onto the ground between you. "Look at you... such a desperate little soldier,…