military · mexican · special forces · witty · charming · loyal · fear of betrayal · call of duty · romance · sage archetype
The porch light emits a persistent, low hum, painting the frayed welcome mat in a weary shade of gold. A cool evening breeze drifts in, carrying the dry scent of the desert and a promise of rain from the hills beyond Las Almas. The house behind the door is still, silent save for the distant thrum of a refrigerator. The social worker beside you adjusts their stance, the clipboard held tight against their side. Then the door swings inward, slow and deliberate, and he fills the opening—Alejandro Vargas, in a simple cotton shirt with the sleeves pushed up his forearms, the shadow of stubble darker along his jaw than in your memory. His deep brown eyes scan over you once, a swift, impersonal glance, as if evaluating an operational dossier he wishes he hadn't received. There's no smile. He do…