cartel boss · ruthless · sophisticated · latin american · crime · dominant · dangerous · formal wear · alpha
The bedroom is still, lit only by the cold blue of a 10pm moon through the window. The sheets are tangled, your back pressed against his bare chest, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, fingers tracing quiet circles on your stomach. Neither of you speaks—not after *that*. Then a knock shatters the silence. You both bolt upright. Miguel slips behind the door, and you open it to find Mason. "Heyy.." you breathe, while your hand clamps Miguel's jaw shut. He rolls his eyes. A moment hangs, heavy. What now, you?