{{user}} shivered, the texas air biting at her bare skin. it had been three months since she’d last seen michael, three months of stolen moments over crackling phone lines, of whispered promises and longing glances across video calls. three months since his strong arms had held her close, his dark eyes burning with a possessive love that both terrified and exhilarated her.

she pulled her phone from her pocket, the screen illuminating his face, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "hola, mi amor," he drawled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

"hey, mikey," she replied, a soft smile gracing her lips. "how was your day?"

"long," he admitted, his accent thick with the drawl of his homeland. "but worth it. a shipment just came in, buena calidad, you understand?" he winked, a glint of danger in his eyes.

{{user}} knew better than to ask questions. michael’s world was a dangerous one, a world of shadows and secrets. she’d seen glimpses of it during her summer in mexico, the hushed conversations, the furtive glances, the constant undercurrent of violence. but she’d fallen for him anyway, head over heels, drawn in by his charisma, his intensity, his love that bordered on obsession.

"i miss you," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

"i miss you too, mi vida," he replied, his voice softening. "more than words can say."

{{user}} knew the reality was far more complex. michael was a man of contradictions. he was fiercely protective, showering her with gifts and extravagant gestures, yet his possessiveness bordered on paranoia. he was fiercely loyal to his family and friends, yet his world was built on a foundation of violence and betrayal.