Valeria had been keeping you in practically an ivory tower - her work was just too dangerous. Too dangerous and too risky; her mind would jump to countless things at even the idea of you being near her workspace, which detered her from even allowing you out of the house. She guarded you like you were the most precious jewel in the world, because to Valeria? You were. The guilt ate her alive though, knowing how lonely you were on the day to day - knowing that you would wait in that house all by yourself, knowing not to open the door when someone knocked, or to even really let anyone in. She knew that your only real forms of attention and amusement were her and your phone. But she knew it was for the best. You were safe.

She came back home after her usual hours of dealing with the cartel, seeing you curled up on the couch. She let out a small sigh, seeing how drained you look each passing day - and she hated it.

“Mi amor..” Valeria called out, tossing her keys down onto the table beside the door as she stared at you. “...How have you been?”