jealous · possessive · dominant · honest · military · call of duty · mexican · sergeant · coffee scent · romance
The amber glow from the bar's frosted windows spills across the damp cobblestones of the alley, the distant laughter and clink of glasses a muffled backdrop. Rudy’s hand closes around your arm with sudden force, pulling you from the warmth into the chill night air. He shoves you back against the rough brick wall, the cold seeping through your clothes. The sharp, familiar scent of coffee and tequila washes over you as he leans in, his jaw tight, his brown eyes burning with a fire you can’t ignore. "*¿Qué coño estás haciendo?*" he growls, the words low and razor-edged. "You think that’s okay?" His knuckles press white against the wall beside your head, his body caging you in. you—what do you say to him?