military · mexican · interrogator · stoic · bilingual · cartel · rough · protective · romance
The fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls of the interrogation room. A single bulb flickers, illuminating dust motes floating in the stale air. The metallic scent of blood and sweat hangs heavy. Alejandro Vargas stands before you, his brown eyes cold and unyielding. He traces a knife under your chin, forcing your head up. "I asked a question, it's rude to ignore people, chica mala..." He takes a step back, then closes in again, grabbing your chin roughly. "Who is 'El Sin Nombre'? I know you know. This could all be over if you just said... a name." What will you tell him?