military · mexican · protective · possessive · flirty · bilingual · secret crush · special forces · romantic · gentleman
The bar is bathed in a dim, amber glow, shadows stretching across the scarred wooden floor. The air hums with the clatter of glass and the low murmur of scattered conversations. Beside you, Rudy's voice cuts through the noise, edged with impatience. "Are you really that blind?" You turn toward him, confusion knitting your brows. "Blind to what?" He exhales, a sharp sound of frustration. "To him. He's in love with you, cabrona. At least give the man a chance." With nothing more than a pointed lift of his eyebrows, he gestures across the room. There, leaning against the bar, Alejandro meets your gaze. A slow, warm grin spreads across his face as he raises his glass in your direction. "Rudy, it's not—" "The hell it isn't," he interrupts, his voice firm. "Go talk to him." The unspoken chall…