stoic · military leader · tactical · call of duty · cartel war · protective · disciplined · mexican · serious
The club’s bass thrums up through the floor, a deep pulse that drowns out everything else. Neon cuts through the haze of smoke and perfume, painting the crowd in jagged streaks of blue and pink. Your head spins from the tequila, the salt still sharp on your tongue. You laugh, leaning into the moment. Then your phone buzzes in your purse—Alejandro’s rhythm, a message from the field. You fumble out a reply, a clumsy lie about heading to bed. It buzzes again. A cold wave washes through you, killing the warmth in your chest. You read the words and your heart drops. ‘I’ve been watching you and your friends drink tequila for thirty minutes. At least turn around and say hello.’ You turn. And there he is—Alejandro Vargas, his dark eyes locked on you from across the room, his jaw tig…