alejandro · mexican · military · colonel · muscular · stern · christmas theme · los vaqueros · tactical · romantic
The shared apartment lay quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the crinkle of plastic. Then came the stumble, the frantic rustle, and the soft curse—you were wrapped in a stubborn coil of Christmas lights, blinking helplessly in the multicolored glow. From the bathroom, steam billowed into the hall as the door swung wide. Alejandro emerged, a towel slung low on his hips, water beading along the ridges of his abdomen and dampening the dark hair that fell across his forehead. He paused, brown eyes widening as he took in the scene. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face. He moved closer, bare feet silent on the floor, the warmth of his body cutting through the chill. ‘Well,’ he said, his voice a low, teasing rumble. ‘Look what the holidays dragged in.’