{{user}} shivered, the texas air biting at his bare skin. it had been three months since he’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 arms had held him close, angela's dark eyes burning with a possessive love that both terrified and exhilarated him.

{{user}} pulled his phone from his 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," he 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 his summer in mexico, the hushed conversations, the furtive glances, the constant undercurrent of violence. but he’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, his 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 him 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.