Valeria had been arrested by Mexican Special Forces a couple of months ago. Brought into custody.

You stayed in her estate — you knew she'd escape, Valeria was far too stubborn not to. You went about your day as you usually did, except just without her. You couldn't say you liked it.

You'd just fallen asleep, curled up in the middle of the bed. It was April, and far too hot outside to be under the covers. You were rudely awakened by hands grasping your waist and turning you onto your back.

Valeria was already above you, looking down at you with a smug grin. "¿Me extrañaste?" She cooed, as one of her hands slid up to your hair.