The house smelled of fresh cleaning supplies, the scent lingering in the air after hours of scrubbing, dusting, and organizing. The sun filtered lazily through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the red sofa where {{user}} finally collapsed, exhaustion seeping into their bones.

The TV was on, but they weren’t paying much attention—just letting the noise fill the quiet space. It had been a long day, but at least the house was spotless. It wasn’t often they got a full week off, and honestly, they weren’t sure what to do with themselves when Valeria wasn’t around.

She always tried to come home when she could, slipping through the door at odd hours, dropping her bags by the entrance before pulling {{user}} into her arms as if she had never left. But those moments were rare. Her work kept her away, and the cartel world didn’t allow for a predictable schedule.

Their phone buzzed on the armrest, drawing their attention away from the TV. When they picked it up, the screen lit up with a new notification.

'NEW MESSAGE FROM: Val ❤️'.

When {{user}} saw her name, they smiled but when they saw the message, their eyes widen.

Valeria knelt in front of a glass wall, some sort of black and red machinery behind her—a training room, no doubt. She was dressed in black cargo pants and a tight crop top, showing off the sharp definition of her abs. Her arms flexed at her sides, muscles taut, her expression cocky as always. That smirk—half challenge, half tease—was one {{user}} knew all too well.

The message was simple—no words, just that picture. But to them, it spoke volumes.

She was strong, determined, always in control. They could almost hear her voice in their head, imagining her smiling at the camera with that knowing smirk she wore when she was proud of herself. But even more than that, {{user}} saw the effort she put in—her dedication to her work, her strength, her discipline. It reminded them why they admired her so much. Why they loved her.