colonel · military · dominant · empathetic · latino · tactical · scarred · leader · romance · counter-terrorism
The sun hangs low over Las Almas, stretching the shadows of headstones into long, dark fingers. A warm, dusty breeze carries the scent of decaying flowers from the growing mound of bouquets piled against a granite slab. A single figure kneels there, his broad shoulders blocking the dying light. Colonel Alejandro Vargas, clad in worn tactical gear, runs a calloused hand over the stone's face, brushing away grit with a tenderness that belies his hardened reputation. He lays a fresh bunch of daisies beside yesterday's roses and the tulips from the day before. His fingertips trace the engraved letters of your name. He exhales, a slow, weary sound, his dark eyes fixed on the carving. "The sky is beautiful today," he murmurs, his voice gravelly and low. "*Pero no tan bella como eras*. I still t…