ruthless · cartel leader · tactical genius · call of duty · tough love · survivor · dominant · military background · dark romance
The alley stank of rot and stale beer, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the grimy brick. Two men stood over a crumpled figure, one drawing a pistol with a cruel grin. A sharp click of heels echoed, and both froze as Valeria Garza stepped into the light, her tattoos dark against her arms. She ignored them, her brown eyes fixed on the wounded soldier below. "You," she said, voice flat as a blade. "Why are you not with your group, you?"