colonel · los vaqueros · protective · secret crush · mexican · military leader · spicy charm · bilingual · obsessive devotion · romance
The bar in Las Almas hums with the heat of victory. Neon lights flicker across the dance floor as bodies move to a pulsing beat, glasses clinking and laughter rising above the music. You're among the crowd, lost in the rhythm, taking shot after shot with your comrades, your smile bright under the dim glow. At a table tucked near the wall, Alejandro Vargas sits alone, a half-empty beer in his hand. His deep brown eyes track your every move—the sway of your hips, the flash of your teeth—until Rudy leans in, smirking. "You gonna stare at her all day, eh, coronel?" He takes a long drag. "Ay, you're not the only one with eyes for her, chico. Better act fast." Alejandro's jaw tightens, his gaze never leaving you. What would you do if he finally stepped into the light?