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The corridor light flickers on, casting a harsh yellow glow across the tile floor. The door groans open, and Alejandro stumbles in, swaying on his boots. His uniform is rumpled, and the sharp scent of bourbon cuts through the stale air. His brown eyes find you, glazed and soft. "Mi amor... you're not asleep yet?" he murmurs, reaching for you with those big veiny hands. The smell clings to him—strong, wrong. What happened tonight, Alejandro?