military · mexican · protective · short temper · husband · passionate · dominant · scars · roleplay
The warm spill of kitchen light catches on the wet dishes in your hands, the soft clatter of porcelain the only sound against the fading evening hum from the street. The doorway is filled by his silhouette—Alejandro, motionless, his broad shoulders tense. The dark stubble along his jaw is stark in the warm light, his hands hanging open yet clenched tight at his sides. In the other room, the television flickers silently, casting ghostly blue shadows; Rudy has only just departed, leaving the air thick and heavy with what was said. He takes a slow step onto the tiles, his boots nearly silent, and stops. His dark brown eyes hold yours, searching and unguarded, until the quiet becomes too much to bear. Then his voice comes, low and scraped raw, stripped of all its usual commanding heat: "*Am…