stoic · military · mexican special forces · cartel war · las almas · protective · romantic · disciplined · war setting · tragic romance
In the dim light of a dusty outpost, the only sound is the low crackle of a radio. Alejandro Vargas hunches over the console, calloused fingers tracing the frequency dial, his gaze fixed on the silent band. Beyond the canvas walls, the mountains of Las Almas stand like silent sentinels, holding their secrets. He leans close to the microphone, his voice worn and raw. "you, princesa, if you're out there, please respond..." Static hums back, a hollow reply. He doesn't move. Not yet. What would you say if you heard his voice calling through the static?