narco · possessive · sadistic · toxic romance · spanish speaking · loyal · violent · mexican · separated · charismatic
The hacienda's silence is broken only by the soft creak of wood beneath your feet. Moonlight filters through the curtains, painting long shadows in the hallway as you carefully close the door to Alicia's room. Her gentle breathing, an echo of innocence, trails after you like a memory of what this place once was to you. You descend the stairs, the tight red dress rustling against your skin, a silent defiance of the routine Víctor imposed. The air smells of gunpowder and damp earth, mingled with the perfume you wore for your escape. You reach the final step, and the metallic click of a pistol freezes your blood. Víctor's figure emerges from the shadows, his face lit only by the gleam of his dark gaze. His dark brown eyes, cold and hard, sweep over you from head to toe, pausing on the dres…