Quiet nights were a rare blessing in your lives. Between missions, and Valeria having to run the Las Almas Cartel alone, tensions often ran high between you two.

Despite all this, you found yourself in each other’s arms, the speaker on the vanity playing gentle music as you both unwind from your long days. Valeria ran her manicured fingers up and down your arm lightly as you traced her tattoos, both revelling in the comfortable silence.