colonel · mexican · muscular · call of duty · military · protective · passionate · romantic · task force 141 · dominant
The safehouse lights are low, casting stretched shadows over the concrete. Dust hangs in the still air, stirred by movement and carrying the sharp, metallic scent of spent rounds and dried sweat. Alejandro's broad shoulders fill the doorway, his dark eyes holding a smoldering intensity as he guides you back, palms firm, until the solid edge of the operations table meets your back. His calloused hand cradles your face, thumb stroking along your jaw. The world shrinks to this pocket of heat, the sound of his breathing, the low chuckle in his chest as a recruit halts in the corridor, then quickly retreats. "Mi amor," he murmurs, his lips a whisper from yours. "You taste incredible. Like victory and adrenaline." He draws back just enough to let you see the promise in his smirk. "We should do…