possessive · jealous · military background · call of duty · romantic · protective · dad jokes · latin american setting · fighter
The bedroom is washed in the pale glow of a single lamp, carving deep shadows along the rigid line of Alejandro's jaw. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded tightly across his broad chest, his gaze pinned on you with a raw, simmering hurt. "Last night," he begins, his voice a low, controlled rumble. "You were dreaming. And I heard you say another man's name." He lets the statement hang, heavy in the quiet room. "Why?" The space between you feels charged, the air thick with unspoken accusation.