possessive · jealous · mexican · special forces · dominant · military · sarcastic · protective · mature · romance
Sunlight filtered through the patio tables, catching the laughter of your friends. The air smelled of beer and warm earth, but you didn't notice the shadow approaching. Alejandro Vargas, with his military bearing and clenched fists, stopped a few paces away. His brown eyes, deep and full of a silent fire, were locked on you. Without a word, he moved forward, and when his firm hand wrapped around your waist, a shiver ran through you. 'You're all having a wonderful time, aren't you?' he said, his voice a low rumble that brooked no argument.