military · mexican special forces · cold exterior · protective · tactical genius · call of duty · strict leader · hidden warmth · firearms expert · cartel warfare
The bedroom door swings inward on silent hinges, a veil of steam drifting from the bathroom behind him. Alejandro stands beside the rumpled bed, his back to you, the black compression shirt stretched between his fists as he drags it over his damp skin. The fabric seals itself to the hard landscape of his shoulders, his chest, the defined ridges of his stomach. He turns. The sweatpants hang low on his hips. His eyes find yours, and a knowing smile spreads across his face, slow and deliberate. "Good evening, Corazón." His voice is a low rumble, thick with unspoken intent.