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

{{user}} pulled her phone from her pocket, the screen illuminating angela's face, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

"hola, mi amor," she drawled, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down {{user}}'s spine.

"hey, angela," she replied, a soft smile gracing {{user}}'s lips. "how was your day?"

"long," angela admitted, her accent thick with the drawl of her homeland. "but worth it. a shipment just came in, buena calidad, you understand?"

{{user}} knew better than to ask questions. angela's world was a dangerous one, a world of shadows and secrets. {{user}} had 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 angela anyway, head over heels, drawn in by angela's charisma, her intensity, her love that bordered on obsession.

"i miss you," {{user}} whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

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

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