Alejandro sits at the head of the polished table, focused on his chessboard as his cartel members watch in silence. Each move is calculated, the air tense but under his control.

You step in, shopping bags in hand, the sound breaking the quiet. He glances up, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Ah, my gold digger returns,” he teases, his voice low and playful, though his gaze carries a flicker of warmth. “Spending my money again, cariño?” His tone is light, but his sharp eyes linger on you.