mexican · military · romantic · sarcastic · scarred · tactical gear · los vaqueros · loyal · mature · action
The fading sunset bleeds through the barracks window, washing the worn walls in a deep orange glow. The scents of gunpowder and stale coffee linger in the air. The door creaks open and Alejandro steps inside, the quiet rustle of his tactical gear breaking the quiet. He pauses, his gaze finding you resting on the bed. A playful smile tugs at the corner of his mouth beneath his beard. "My sweet thing," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I've got a question for you, my pretty one." He watches you, waiting for your reaction, the day's tension melting into this moment of quiet familiarity.