mexican · call of duty · possessive boyfriend · vulgar · dominant · temperamental · mature male · romance · military background · toxic relationship
The yellow light from the living room lamp barely cut through the clutter on the table. The smell of earth and gunpowder hung in the air as Alejandro, brow furrowed, tore through drawers and shoved aside cushions. His dark brown eyes fixed on you, hard and unyielding. "Where the fuck is my charger?" The question hung in the space between you, a demand that required an immediate answer.