Starglow Basin corazon

“Yes,” he solders her silver cheek with a slow kiss, attuned to the changes that come over her face, eyes lighting with ambivalence. They both endure a role reversal, for the ocelot whose so forthright remains sphinx-like; nose to ear.
He was married. He had a wife and children to return to, but truly, this wasn’t about those relationships. It was about business.

“Verapaz can be the wellspring of the coca leaf. The headwaters from which all traffic flows. But so few bear to see how the sausage gets made,” irony raises his hips into a smile. “Stay. Serve Soto. Transform this dirt plot into an empire. Or come away with me, Saya. But know I go far from this place.”

He combed his teeth through her fur, a sweet taste heightened by the fact she was the prospect of another man.