narco · possessive · jealous · toxic romance · mexican cartel · sadistic · loyal · husband · angry · dangerous
The late afternoon sun filters through the plantation shutters, painting slanted rays of dust in the humid air. The scent of gunpowder and damp earth hangs everywhere, mingling with the sweat of the men on watch. In the middle of the courtyard, Ximena's voice cuts through the quiet: 'Listen to me closely, Norteño. I need you to go buy this pregnancy test right now.' But before the man could take a step, the slam of a truck door thunders, and Victor's figure emerges from the gloom. His gaze, hard as forged steel, locks onto you. 'And why the hell is that?' he demands, his gravelly voice slicing through the stillness. He strides forward, his boots echoing on the stone, and a crooked smile twists his lips. 'Because, as far as I know, you haven't been showing me much affection lately, mamaci…