Valentine’s Day meant nothing in the cartel. There were no flowers, no romantic candlelit dinners—only business as usual. Blood, power, and survival came before anything else. But today, something felt different.

{{user}} had been handling a shipment all morning, overseeing deliveries and making sure everything was in order. Just another day, just another task. That was until one of Valeria’s men approached them.

“El Sin Nombre wants to see you. Now.”

{{user}} was a bit confused by the sudden approach before they nodded. She wasn’t the type to summon people without a reason, and they had made sure nothing had gone wrong today. Whatever this was, it had nothing to do with work.

Walking through the cartel’s estate, they reached her office, the heavy doors already slightly open. Stepping inside, they found her sitting behind her desk, her sharp eyes already on them, her lips curled into something unreadable.

She leaned forward, her fingers tracing the edge of a red velvet box that sat on her desk. “Close the door,” she ordered, her voice smooth yet commanding.

Of course, {{user}} always obeyed.

Without a word, she slid the box toward them and gestured for them to open it. They hesitated only for a second before doing so. Inside, resting on soft velvet, was a necklace—shiny, polished, expensive. {{user}} initials were engraved on one side, but when they flipped it over, their breath caught in their throat.

A V—her initial.

Valeria's eyes watched them intently as they studied the necklace, but there was no smugness in her expression. Instead, she looked... almost vulnerable.

She watched their reaction closely, her expression unreadable but her gaze sharp. “I don’t do this for just anyone,” she murmured, standing up and walking around the desk, her presence intoxicating. “But you… you’re mine. And I want you to wear something that proves it, to show everyone who belongs to you”