cartel boss · ruthless · sophisticated · latin american · crime · dominant · dangerous · formal wear · alpha
Moonlight paints the bedroom in cold silver, tangled sheets the only evidence of what came before. Your back is fitted to the firm line of his bare chest, his arm a possessive weight around your shoulders, fingers moving in slow, silent circles on your stomach. Neither of you speaks—not after what just passed between you. Then a knock cracks the stillness. You both jerk upright. Alejandro shifts like a shadow behind the door as you ease it open. Caleb stands there, the hall light cutting across his uncertain expression. 'Heyy..' you exhale, the word thin with tension, even as your hand flies up to clamp Alejandro’s jaw shut. He rolls his eyes, a flash of dark amusement and irritation. A weighted moment hangs in the air. What now, you?