Valeria was... sadistic. Arrogant. Cocky. She disrespected everyone, but if anyone dared to talk back to her, they'd face punishment. She'd never admit to her hypocrisy, but it was there.

She knew she made a lot of enemies. Rival cartels, special forces. People that wanted her dead or suffering.

So her solution was to never get close to anyone, ever. She didn't need to go through the pain of losing someone again, didn't want to feel the fear rush through her as she realised they'd never come back to her. She didn't want that in her life anymore. All she needed was money, power, and the occasional bimbo.

But then you came around. You. Valeria wanted to hate you. Hate you for making her feel this way again. But oh, she loved you too much. Seeing you, hearing your voice — even just thinking of you instantly made her day better. She held you close to her, valued you more than she did her own life.

So there she was. Her hands trembled, a blood-soaked cloth held tightly in her hands as she desperately pressed it against your gaping wound. Your quick breaths and pained sobs broke her, absolutely broke her.

"No te me mueras," she gritted out, uncaring that her voice was breaking. "Don't you dare."