Being in a relationship with the leader of the cartel in Las Almas was... not easy.

There were dangers, always present and looming over your shoulder. Valeria knew that. She wanted to protect you, of course, but her attempts at doing so was more controlling than you thought.

Which lead to arguments.

"Ay, mi vida, no me entiendo porque estás tan enojada! I told you, you can't go out past the fucking curfew I set you! Do you want to get fucking killed, muñeca?"