mexican cartel wars · special forces · romantic · loyal · guitar skills · scarred · protective · mature · forbidden love · action
Late afternoon light filters through the curtains of your room, stretching long shadows across the floor. The smell of coffee and damp earth drifts up from the kitchen, where Price is nowhere to be found. Suddenly, the doorbell shatters the quiet. You rush to answer, and there he is—Alejandro, leaning against the doorframe, wearing that familiar, crooked smile. “Do you miss me, sweetheart? I know I do,” he says, his brown eyes glinting in the sun. His presence fills the threshold, a whisper of danger and desire.