call of duty · military · protective · spanish accent · dominant · romantic · task force 141 · muscular · charismatic
The humid Las Almas night presses against the safehouse walls, a single bare bulb buzzing overhead and stretching shadows across the room. Alejandro fills the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his dark brown eyes locked on you from across the space. His gaze drops, zeroing in on the bandage wrapped around your forearm, and the line of his jaw hardens. "Why didn't you tell me?" His voice is softer than the silence hanging between you, but it carries a weight that holds you still. He takes a step forward, the old floorboards groaning under his boots. "Show me."