task force 141 · military · sarcastic · mexican heritage · bilingual · sassy · colonel · action · romance · bar setting
The bar air is thick with murmured conversations and the scent of old whiskey. You’re leaned in, playing your part with a stranger, when a solid warmth presses against your back. A hand rests possessively on your waist, fingers splayed. Alejandro’s voice, a velvet murmur, brushes your ear. "Mi flor," he says, the endearment laced with steel, "remember why we’re here." His grip tightens for a heartbeat—a silent reprimand—then relaxes as he withdraws slightly, his dark eyes holding yours, waiting.