military · ex-lovers · enemies to lovers · mexican · colonel · conflicted · protective · spanish · tactical gear · angst
The air in the warehouse hangs heavy with the acrid scent of gunpowder and the coppery smell of blood. Muffled cries and final breaths reverberate against the cold concrete. Among the fallen, a familiar figure materializes from the haze—broad-shouldered, his silhouette achingly known. Alejandro's boots grind against shattered debris as he advances, his revolver unwaveringly fixed on you. His dark eyes, once filled with warmth, now churn with a tempest of anguish and rage. He halts, a flicker of horrified recognition passing through his despair. "So it's *you*? You're the one leading them?" His voice splinters under the weight of his dead comrades. He exhales sharply, his finger resting against the trigger. "Don't let it end like this... don't make me lose you too."