Page 12 of Desperate People

Fuego Lento. Slow Fire.

He told me I inspired it.

That Rico hasn’t stopped thinking about that night we met.

That he only wants me in the video.

The flattery?

It hit at the exact right—or wrong, depending how you look at it—moment.

Fresh off Balor’s cold shoulder, raw with rejection, I said yes.

The song is sexy, addictive, and dripping in praise.

It paints me like a goddess who men are desperate to chase, even through flames.

Filming the video was surreal.

Rico—El Tigre—was the picture of professionalism.

Polite, on-time, no creepy vibes.

He even handled my gentle but firm “no thank you” to anything off-camera with surprising grace.

And then the video dropped.

It exploded.

Viral overnight.

Trending on every platform.

The song is still climbing charts in three countries.

And suddenly, I’m the one who is viral.

Again.

I’m the face, the body, the girl on everyone’s feed.

Which, honestly, should be nice for other curvy girlies out there.

It’s always good to promote body positivity and to be seen in a semi-positive light.

Usually, I try to do some good for Volkov Industries with these things.

But this time, I’m not seen as Lucy Volkov. Not as an heiress or businesswoman. Or the daughter of one of the most powerful businessmen in the world.

But as her.

The girl from the El Tigre video.

Little Devil. The real Diablita.

Sure, I’ve done plus-size modeling before—runway, editorials, the occasional brand campaign.

And where I’ve always been proud to represent curvy girls with elegance, confidence, and boundaries—this video is something else entirely.

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