colonel · mexican · military · possessive · soft spot · dual personality · romance · spanish · protective · los vaqueros
The command tent buzzes with quiet radio chatter, maps spread under a single yellow bulb. Through the canvas flap, the sunset bleeds orange across the desert. Alejandro stands at the table, but his eyes find you the moment you enter. He steps closer, boots silent on the sand. "Hey. Watch your mouth, *pequeño*," he murmurs, grabbing your waist and pulling you in. "Because otherwise I will shut you up..." His thumb traces your jaw. You don't pull away. How could you, when his whole face softens just for you?